Fat Joe - I Never Liked Ya Ass lyrics

[Intro: Scarface] Don't see Kay in these motherf**in' streets dog n***a walkin' around in this motherf**er lookin' shocked and stupid, baby We runnin' these motherf**in' streets for real Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby Kay Slay, they don't want me out here They don't want you out here, dog This is motherf**in' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no motherf**in' ice, baby We rock this real sh**, dog And if you think a n***a bullsh**tin', come f** wit it It's goin' down... [Scarface] Let's put an ending to chatter, n***a, see me in gloves I'm the poof in the booth, b**h, read it in blood It's Face at you, freezin' motherf**ers like a statue I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You f**ed up, now you in the presence of a heartless n***a, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let sh** slide, cause beef don't walk We attack hoes, f** a n***a with wack flows I'm the last of a dying, b**h, act like you don't know I'm the reason you n***as walk around thug Just remember I'm the one made, you can get touched So what you fittin to put a record out, you a motherf**in sellout Slay told me to knock your a** out [Hook 2X: Scarface] And you was right, I never liked ya motherf**in' a** To start with, you know it's better get your self regardless And Kay, b**h, you picked the right n***a to play with Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit [Raekwon] Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's Mills is spent, still don, still rentin' Still yacht flyin', still k**in' fish, still k**in' clicks The fifth out, don't even breathe out And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue The casket leather, the python seeks your dog Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off It's money on it, until them young n***as don on it Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama [Hook 2X] [Fat Joe] Pa** the rock, you n***as ga**ed a lot I never liked ya a**, but then again, you can't be shocked Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin' Best believe when sh** pop off, I'm blazin' somethin' It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest n***a can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers n***as never wanna listen til the toolies in the air It's the kid that don't be givin' a f**, I hold a sh** outta grudge The type of n***a that'll spit at the judge n***as gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up I play the corner when the sh** is hot, summer time in the X Kay Slay got the sh** on lock That's where you go to find the God body Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God... [Hook 2X]