F*** You

Cam'ron

[Featuring Mase]


Mase:


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 nigga Killer and we bout to lay it down 4 y'all niggaz


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


dollars for


the tape


To make a demo F*** YALL NIGGAZ!


All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha


F*** YALL BITCHES!


And all yall bitches that wanna F*** my nigga*


Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me, F*** YALL BITCHES!!!


All y'all niggaz that F***ed around and made my nigga Blood can't be


here


Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, F*** YALL NIGGAZ!!


*background chorus starts, goes all throughout song until noted


otherwise.


Background chorus:


Aaah, oooh.


F*** you, F*** you!


Cam'ron:


This goes out to Mr. F***in' Russell


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


I'm F***in' too young


And what about that F***in', that F***in' transit cop


Who was there every time I had to F***in' hop the train


Wanted to play like he F***in' ran the whole station


Like he, like he had to run the whole F***in' shift


Also yeah, yah...


To the teacher who failed me


To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought I wasn't getting


out,


right, bitch?!


Well now, I got out, F*** you!!


Plus she never gave me no bread


Plus she never gave me no head


And that pussy was soooo wack


It was wack, B. Yo, F*** you!


Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro


But now I'm F***in' yo' hoe!!


HaHa!! F*** you!!


But I know these, these bitches wanna say ' F*** these niggaz', too,