Fuck Dat lyrics

Artist  : Onyx 
Song : Fuck Dat



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[Fredro Starr]

Yo! Turn that shit up word
up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya
niggas is dead ass!
Know what I'm
sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n
shit!
Word up! Yo Mega Fuck Dat!
Rip that
Brooklyn shit nigga!


[J. Mega (Fredro
Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
What?
My fleet goals by da creep cold
We
blaze y'all won't see those you just feel
'em
We raise the states in this game, like
helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for
killin' 'em
Green backs, I want a mil (of)
'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the
ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we
take the back rob
Now stay with that style,
original, wanna act wild?
City puttin'
cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin'
to match out, formula
See it clearly through
my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the
corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no
diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet
Coma
The East New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck
Dat! That's the All City shit!
Yo Greg
Valentine!)


[Greg Valentine, (Fredro
Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be
rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that
bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever
sceam up ya slees, we has to say
delease
Between the thugs and the police,
shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya
weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher
states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal
life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin'
they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too
often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put
out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I
got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is
ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight
that's where they bleed at
That belone her
with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
over
(All City what, All City what?! Fuck
Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here
nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know
nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial
Nast! What?!!)


[Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro
Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, from
out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one,
you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin'
WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this
rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as
soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT
NONE!
But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get
da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin'
murder, want charges!
You off getargets, kill
any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope
that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass
gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without
no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you
should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck
Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo
Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo
Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)


[Bubba
Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]

I roll with
gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A
bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya
wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make
ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired
of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in
villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash
like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we
just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin'
from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's even get it
get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now
shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin'
popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these
two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa,
I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies,
niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs,
reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin'
drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was
drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here
missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!)
{What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial
Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets!
That niggas is dead!)


[X - 1, (Fredro
Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't even
like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be
dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is
layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a
man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course,
six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They
hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our
fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and
see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart
stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You
better get dropped dog, just read the
facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin'
you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for
liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal
thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual
lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the
course
I cripple your boss,
what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky
Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast
nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck
Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! Fuckin' All
City!
Muthafuckin' Onyx!
Muthafuckin'
Fredro Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin'
Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky,
wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this
muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck
up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in
this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ
LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat!
(Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck
Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is
sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz
ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em
up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin'
away*)