Fuck Them (feat. Method Man) lyrics |
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Method Man: Yo, yo, yo, yo Fuck you Chorus: 2x What you wanna be when you grow up You wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters You wanna sell drugs You wanna be gangsters Thats what silly boys are made of Raekwon: Aiyyo, aiyyo Cool G's and forty seven flavors Display swade gators We comin through To blaze neighbors Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark A dutch spark it Lex Leonardo arts profit Apple cranberry mixed with crystal Fan worry Desert mountain crib in the ground We arsonists |
One point five a liter Take a taste Splash your heater Smack your face twice Clap your sneakers Shit is like a mission to Mars Fishin' for bars Takin' whats ours Knowledge the car Pa Dont be stupid Get a little cash Better swoop it Throw it in the ground and recoup it Next check was best Your family pack your shit Get vexed Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves Some niggas catch on later Try to put them on they haters I met eighty of them niggas yo Waitin' on the sidelines droolin' Some need schoolin' |
Let me teach yo And roll a student what Rule one Yo respect if you lose son Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn All hell to niggas in jails With sharks in they fishtanks Now he come home he a whale Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo We realer up in my shows yo Middle finger five O's Take time to climb vines yo Lay on the lines Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash Method Man: Aiyyo Chorus: 2x Raekwon: Aiyyo, g |
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