B I'm feeling it from the heart now B

Yo straight up yo this Murder Harlem World is the clique

I'm with my ni**a Killer and we bout to lay it down 4 y'all niggaz

All yall faggot a** niggaz out there that wouldn't give us $300

Dollars for

The tape

To make a demo F**K YALL NIGGAZ

All y'all b**ches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha

F**K YALL B**CHES

And all yall b**ches that wanna f**k my ni**a

Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me F**K YALL B**CHES

All y'all niggaz that f**ked around and made my ni**a Blood can't be

Here

Poppin' on niggaz mayn F**K YALL NIGGAZ

This goes out to Mr F**kin' Russell

Who never let me gamble or play numbers you always talkin' bout

I'm f**kin' too young

And what about that f**kin' that f**kin' transit cop

Who was there every time I had to f**kin' hop the train

Wanted to play like he f**kin' ran the whole station

Like he like he had to run the whole f**kin' shift

Also yeah yah

To the teacher who failed me

To the b**ch who never bailed me yah you thought I wasn't getting

Out

Right b**ch

Well now I got out f**k you

Plus she never gave me no bread

Plus she never gave me no head

And that p**sy was soooo wack

It was wack B Yo f**k you

Yeah you thought I wouldn't go pro

But now I'm f**kin' yo' hoe

HaHa F**k you

But I know these these b**ches wanna say ' f**k these niggaz' too

Right

He want you to lick his balls

But yo his dick is small Ha

Tell that ni**a f**k you

F**k him B

Yah he always wanna come beat it

But the ni**a never wanna eat it

F**k that ni**a Cam will eat it I really don't care F**k him

He never spends a dime

And yo he never comes home on time F**k them B

F**k you f**k you f**k you fu-u-u-u-uck you F**K YOU

F**k you f**k you fu-u-u-u-uck you F**K YOU

F**k you f**k you f**k you f**k you f**k you f**k you f**k you

F**k you

F**k y-o-o-o-o-o-ou Hey

F**K YOU

Mayn f**k you

(laughter)