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B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all y'all f***** ass niggaz out there
That wouldn't give us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, f*** y'all, niggaz

All y'all b****** that wouldn't suck my dick
When I was Mason Betha, f*** y'all, b******
And all y'all b****** that wanna f*** my nigga Huddy Combs

'Cuz he roll wid me, f*** y'all, b******
All y'all niggaz that f***** around
And made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, f*** y'all, niggaz

This goes out to Mr. F*****' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' 'bout I'm f*****' too young

And what about that f*****', that f*****' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to f*****' hop the train
Want to play like he f*****' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole f*****' shift

Also yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that b**** who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't getting out, right, b****?

Now, I got out, f*** you
Plus, she never gave me no bread
Plus, she never gave me no head
That pussy was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, f*** you

Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm f*****' yo' hoe
F*** you but I know these
These b****** wanna say f*** these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, f*** you, f*** him, B

Yeah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it
F*** that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care, f*** him
Never spends a dime, he never comes home on time, f*** them, B

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
(F*** you)
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
(F*** you)

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you

Mayn, f*** you