"F You Too" lyrics
(feat. Paul Cain)
[Paul Cain:]
Yeah, Desert Storm niggas, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggas man (uh huh)
Clue! Yeah. I'm the first line of defense (yeah)
And I'mma show 'em what that means (yeah)
I know these niggas hoped I wouldn't make it. Fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya. Fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'mma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggas gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggas, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they're just broke and confused; cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'mma career crook. They used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEOs and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggas flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live every day like my last night; OD'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggas (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
[Fabolous:]
I see ya faggot ass schemin. Fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen. Fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin". Fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, with the .40 Cal screamin. Fuck you
When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected
For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, with their knives out
Then the Range, with the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin
But I still pull through the Stuy; with handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You pro'ly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like
I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried
'Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put their cuffs on a rapper
That's why I'm limpin off with a freak; and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz
That hit a buck! And make the windows go up on their own
With a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girl's comin home, with a cigar sent for
Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain with so much
Ass and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts
That's why I get followed by broads; with deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords
Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough
To keep shootin ya bank until ya arms fall off
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utensils
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit with slugs as long as a No. 2 Pencil, fucker
I see ya faggot ass schemin. Fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen. Fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin". Fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, with the .40 Cal screamin. Fuck you
I see ya faggot ass schemin. Fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen. Fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin". Fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, with the .40 Cal screamin. Fuck you
Yeah, Desert Storm niggas, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggas man (uh huh)
Clue! Yeah. I'm the first line of defense (yeah)
And I'mma show 'em what that means (yeah)
I know these niggas hoped I wouldn't make it. Fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya. Fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'mma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggas gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggas, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they're just broke and confused; cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'mma career crook. They used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEOs and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggas flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live every day like my last night; OD'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggas (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
[Fabolous:]
I see ya faggot ass schemin. Fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen. Fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin". Fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, with the .40 Cal screamin. Fuck you
When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected
For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, with their knives out
Then the Range, with the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin
But I still pull through the Stuy; with handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You pro'ly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like
I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried
'Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put their cuffs on a rapper
That's why I'm limpin off with a freak; and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz
That hit a buck! And make the windows go up on their own
With a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girl's comin home, with a cigar sent for
Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain with so much
Ass and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts
That's why I get followed by broads; with deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords
Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough
To keep shootin ya bank until ya arms fall off
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utensils
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit with slugs as long as a No. 2 Pencil, fucker
I see ya faggot ass schemin. Fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen. Fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin". Fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, with the .40 Cal screamin. Fuck you
I see ya faggot ass schemin. Fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen. Fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin". Fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, with the .40 Cal screamin. Fuck you
