F*** Y'all - DMX
Lyrics by：Earl Simmons/Ron Turner/Lou Courtney
Composed by：Earl Simmons/Ron Turner/Lou Courtney
Uh uh uh uh
Ay yo **** y'all you too
Ay yo **** y'all you too
It's big dog baby gettin' down like what
See I'm a thorough bread I don't **** wit muts
Bloodline is where the pups at
They off the Grand Champ yea what black
Don't nothin' move less dog say so
Cats clueless about the way it go
Off the chain I got at least 3 kills
Even though my last album only did 3 mil
I still give 'em chill 'cuz they feel dog
I can't help what it is **** is real dog
You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin'
Now you done ****** around
And got your man choked for frontin'
Now hold up playa 'cuz I don't play those games
And don't ask me 'cuz I don't say no names
See what I know I'm taking to the grave
So keep knockin' 'cuz you ain't gettin' a thing
Come on
Y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo
Who we be was off the last joint
But now it's who we see and we forget the last joint
Cats ain't never walked like X
Even before Kool G Rap talked like sex
I've been around since at least 83
So ain't no sense in you mother hatin' me
'Cuz I'm gon be here when you cats is gone
And other cats is on another batch is born
Don't give a about none of y'all
Each and every one of y'all
'Cuz I done done it all been where ya at
Been where ya goin' then brought it back
I tried to tell ya about it but you wouldn't listen
Now I'm gonna take you to
The hood 'cuz the hood will listen
I wish you woulda listened 'cuz then you woulda known
That it's only right to give a dog a bone
Y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Aw man
There are some things I can't stand
When a holla wanna shake my left hand
When a follow 'cuz he actin' like my man
Might as well swallow 'cuz he actin' like a fan
And I got balls like you do
Man I got Paul to pull through you
Stan don't they know how we do
Ear to the streets with our hearts to the people
Gots to give a little to get somethin' back
And what you usually give see you ain't nothin' black
But when you don't give then it won't last
His will disappear like wit a that smoked fast
You'll get broke fast that's the Lord's will
Hold up I think somebody's a the door shhh chill
You sit right there I'mma answer that
'Cuz when I finish ain't nobody answerin back
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
Ay yo y'all man you too
