F*** Y'all

Lyrics by：Earl Simmons/Ron Turner/Lou Courtney

Composed by：Earl Simmons/Ron Turner/Lou Courtney

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Ay yo **** y'all you too

Ay yo **** y'all you too

It's big dog baby gettin' down like what

See I'm a thorough bread I don't **** wit muts

Bloodline is where the pups at

They off the Grand Champ yea what black

Don't nothin' move less dog say so

Cats clueless about the way it go

Off the chain I got at least 3 kills

Even though my last album only did 3 mil

I still give 'em chill 'cuz they feel dog

I can't help what it is **** is real dog

You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin'

Now you done ****** around

And got your man choked for frontin'

Now hold up playa 'cuz I don't play those games

And don't ask me 'cuz I don't say no names

See what I know I'm taking to the grave

So keep knockin' 'cuz you ain't gettin' a thing

Come on

Y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo

Who we be was off the last joint

But now it's who we see and we forget the last joint

Cats ain't never walked like X

Even before Kool G Rap talked like sex

I've been around since at least 83

So ain't no sense in you mother hatin' me

'Cuz I'm gon be here when you cats is gone

And other cats is on another batch is born

Don't give a about none of y'all

Each and every one of y'all

'Cuz I done done it all been where ya at

Been where ya goin' then brought it back

I tried to tell ya about it but you wouldn't listen

Now I'm gonna take you to

The hood 'cuz the hood will listen

I wish you woulda listened 'cuz then you woulda known

That it's only right to give a dog a bone

Y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Aw man

There are some things I can't stand

When a holla wanna shake my left hand

When a follow 'cuz he actin' like my man

Might as well swallow 'cuz he actin' like a fan

And I got balls like you do

Man I got Paul to pull through you

Stan don't they know how we do

Ear to the streets with our hearts to the people

Gots to give a little to get somethin' back

And what you usually give see you ain't nothin' black

But when you don't give then it won't last

His will disappear like wit a that smoked fast

You'll get broke fast that's the Lord's will

Hold up I think somebody's a the door shhh chill

You sit right there I'mma answer that

'Cuz when I finish ain't nobody answerin back

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too

Ay yo y'all man you too