Dj Clue - F You Too lyrics

[Intro - Paul Cain] Yeah, Desert Storm n***as, Cain Ghetto, I got these n***as man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'mma show 'em what that means (yeah) [Hook 1 - Paul Cain] I know these n***as hoped I wouldn't make it - f** you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - f** you Wherever I see you n***a I'mma buck you And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through [Verse 1 - Paul Cain] I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the difference now is only Deserts If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die So when I apply pressure, n***as gon' respect it Tote guns to rob n***as, I told 'em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news I'mma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah) You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead Make slugs a part of his head Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red f** you I'm tryna get my cash right All my n***as flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah) n***as (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah) [Hook 2 - Fabolous] I see ya f*ggot a** schemin - f** you b**h you don't wanna swallow semen - f** you No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - f** you That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - f** you [Verse 2 - Fabolous] When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out Then the Range, wit the fins drove in I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin But - I still pull through the Stuy; wit handguns As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by So what, you wear a vest, why would I care If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea n***a, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar sip for Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts You won't believe how much a** I touch Who else struts pa** the s*uts, and a chain wit so much Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pa** the nuts That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, f**a [Hook 2 - 2x]