convenience, Just to criticize my ways. But you cloud your view of my life, With a self-created haze. Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You! I don?t need your fucking
your convenience, Just to criticize my ways. But you cloud your view of my life, With a self-created haze. Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You! I don?t need your fucking
yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka You thugs out there who don't got a clue (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and
bring Don't fuck with me you won't get shoot to shit You want hardcore smash the walls Back, and back, back to y'all With funny niggas after y'all
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka You thugs out there who don't got a clue (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and
two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with y'all For my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore
