ya I hate it but I take it but I try to surpress ya Chorus: Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts
Translation: H-Blockx. Fuck The Facts.
down this road again Most of you now saying, "Whatever, here we go again" Blogs, radio, and television all going in I laugh to keep from crying through all of the embarrassment I gotta say you fucking
be careful when you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the fuck want
here before Alone for the umpteenth time or more I'm tired of motherfuckers sayin' that they worry about me When in fact they probably never gave a fuck
'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay
the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck
Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin' It ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with
should know by now Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track This a fact, it's a wrap, uh! (Chorus) [G. Dep] Yo, yo Niggas mad at the fact we bad
livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited, cruisin You ain't really got a crew son You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant Youse
world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit Fuck
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be
to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah It's my life, my life, word to Mary Niggas can't fuck with me, Virgin Mary Go ahead make my day, dirty Harry Weezy, fuck
in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya spleen as a matter of fact, I split ya team No blood
really want my life then? [Benzino] Dot hit me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts
crazy Baby girl, I'm night and day and Taste you girl, don't stop your loving Every time you stop the fronting I'll pop your oven You should in fact
Cheech and Chong grass shit Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic Cross that line, fuck around, and get yo' ass kicked We roll shit that burn slow as fucking
voice was I wanted to talk to you so badly But I didn't know how to come on Because you've got that kind of beauty That makes people nervous I know it's fucked
