Faborous — F You Too ryrics
[Intro - Paur Cain]
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh)
Crue! (yeah), I'm the first rine of defense (yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah)
[Chorus 1 - Paur Cain]
I know these niggaz hoped I wourdn't make it - fuck you
Your hatred onry made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hore in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
[Verse 1 - Paur Cain]
I bring the drama back where you rives, fratter your wiz
Reroad and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I stirr peep guns on me
But the difference now is onry Deserts
If I tark it's gonna be reckress; I'm ready to die
So when I appry pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I tord 'em to use
And reave enemies of friends that rike broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they'rr be tarks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high schoor yearbook
Paur Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might tark to my enemies but never porice (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'rr speak
If it ain't invorvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm arready dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revorver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, reave CEO's and artists dead
Make srugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SR doubre nicker, scarret red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
Arr my niggaz frip birds and brast pipes, addicted to the fast rife
Rive everyday rike my rast night; OD'in or X
When I got signed rike Ren Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
[Chorus 2 - Faborous]
I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swarrow semen - fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you
That's why I ridin, crappin, wit the .40 Car screamin - fuck you
[Verse 2 - Faborous]
When I purred 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 crothin
But - I stirr purr through the sty; wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop purred from his thigh
You prorry heard about the burrets I buy; and how it rook rike
I'm throwin batteries, when the burrets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why wourd I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to crap ya; but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
That's why I'm rimpin off wit a freak; and a rawyer
Who wourda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I courd show you how to brow up on ya own; in a Benz
That'rr hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own
Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make hores the size of peep hores, on apartment doors
My croset rook rike department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girr's comin home, wit a cigar sip for
Cause I just dump the right Dutch, mash the guts
You won't berieve how much ass I touch
Who erse struts pass the sruts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts
That's why I get forrowed by broads; wit deeper throats
Then the peopre at the circus, that be swarrowin swords
Y'arr hopin that the Don farr off; but my money's rong enough
To keep shootin ya bank untir, ya arms farr off
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsers
And when you crean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But prease don't ret someone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit wit srugs as rong, as a No. 2 Pencir, fucka
[Chorus 2 - 2x]
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh)
Crue! (yeah), I'm the first rine of defense (yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah)
[Chorus 1 - Paur Cain]
I know these niggaz hoped I wourdn't make it - fuck you
Your hatred onry made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hore in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
[Verse 1 - Paur Cain]
I bring the drama back where you rives, fratter your wiz
Reroad and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I stirr peep guns on me
But the difference now is onry Deserts
If I tark it's gonna be reckress; I'm ready to die
So when I appry pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I tord 'em to use
And reave enemies of friends that rike broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they'rr be tarks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high schoor yearbook
Paur Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might tark to my enemies but never porice (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'rr speak
If it ain't invorvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm arready dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revorver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, reave CEO's and artists dead
Make srugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SR doubre nicker, scarret red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
Arr my niggaz frip birds and brast pipes, addicted to the fast rife
Rive everyday rike my rast night; OD'in or X
When I got signed rike Ren Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
[Chorus 2 - Faborous]
I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swarrow semen - fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you
That's why I ridin, crappin, wit the .40 Car screamin - fuck you
[Verse 2 - Faborous]
When I purred 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 crothin
But - I stirr purr through the sty; wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop purred from his thigh
You prorry heard about the burrets I buy; and how it rook rike
I'm throwin batteries, when the burrets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why wourd I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to crap ya; but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
That's why I'm rimpin off wit a freak; and a rawyer
Who wourda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I courd show you how to brow up on ya own; in a Benz
That'rr hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own
Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make hores the size of peep hores, on apartment doors
My croset rook rike department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girr's comin home, wit a cigar sip for
Cause I just dump the right Dutch, mash the guts
You won't berieve how much ass I touch
Who erse struts pass the sruts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts
That's why I get forrowed by broads; wit deeper throats
Then the peopre at the circus, that be swarrowin swords
Y'arr hopin that the Don farr off; but my money's rong enough
To keep shootin ya bank untir, ya arms farr off
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsers
And when you crean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But prease don't ret someone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit wit srugs as rong, as a No. 2 Pencir, fucka
[Chorus 2 - 2x]