• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Fuck 50 - Fat Joe
• Fuck Nigga - Gorilla Zoe
• Fuck PC - Quincy Punx
• Fag Hag - Lily Allen
• Fuck Nigga - CRIME MOB
• Fag Hag - Revenge
• Fuck The Hook - Skinnyman
• Fuck Pig - Sarcophagus
• Voyage - Makou
• Fuck 5-0 - Career Soldiers
• Fuck Swag - Rittz
• Fuck U 2 - Fes Taylor

(Shots being fired)
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me
[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Follow me
[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right
[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch

Get money, get money, get money
Wassup nigger? Wassup nigger? Wassup nigger?
You steal pros, steal pros, steal pros
User fuck, user fuck nigger
I'm in a wipe addict, wipe addict, top row, top row
With a white girl, white girl
Hitting top dope, top dope, call me on patrol
Town broke up, like I'm the... trying to... now
... no low hands, low hands
... walk on fucker zone, no hands
Twenty rex, rex, no bangs
Blowing money, no fans
I don't ride with hard points, no jams
And this is pinna butter, no gem
So white, white, no tan
Gravel four, and going...
I get money, wassup nigger?
Still broke, so fuck nigger
I don't' care, care, cut chase, cut chase
Say again but I ain't seen a chance
I get money, wassup nigger?
You're still broke, so fuck nigger
We fuck whole, fuck nigger
You still broke, so fuck nigger
Brick fill, one two, one two
Got it for the low, what you wanna do?
You can meet me up, rendez-vous
Go,.. crew, I can't go without a fight
Mouse burn, go...
Same gone out, not right
That true, damn right
Yeah, so fly, no kite, 6 gears, no bite
... hole, hold tight, I'm the general, five stars, no trike
I get money, wassup nigger?
You still broke, so fuck nigger
I get cash, cut chase, say again but I ain't seen a chance
I get money, wassup nigger?
You still broke, so fuck nigger
We fuck whole, fuck nigger
You still broke, so fuck nigger
Started broke, selling dope
Now I'm sound b, that's a lot of o
... case, that's a lot of row
In the vip with a lot of o
Got a bad bitch, on parole
I see you with your bitch, she look like a troll
She looking at my wrist,..
... iphone telling me to phone
... nigger
Gator bites, gator's on my toe
If you need work, got it for the low
But I ain't moving less you saying... show
I get money, wassup nigger?
You still broke, so fuck nigger
I don't care, cut chase say again but I ain't seen a chance
I get money, wassup nigger?
You still broke, so fuck nigger
We fuck whole, fuck niggers

fuck the endangered species list
they ain't got what it takes to survive
dont tell me i can't eat meat
cause i dont need your cruelty jive
i dont like queers i like to shoot deers
pornography, sounds good to me!
BUDWEISER BEER and a record by FEAR
its heaven to me so fuck p.c.
fuck the politically correct
cause thats a contradiction in terms
dont tell me about yer new manifesto

I like apple pie
And you like banoffee
We both love shopping for furniture
And meeting for coffee
We pretend we're into art galleries
'Cause it makes us feel clever
We're both in our element when we're on our knees
Whatever the weather
I could be your fag hag
And you could be my gay
I'll never make you feel sad
When you come out to play
I could be your fag hag
And you could be my gay
I'll never make you feel sad
When you come out to play
We don't give a fuck
What people are thinking
I know you'll always look out for me
When we go out drinking
I can ask you things I can't ask anyone
And you'll give me direction
Apart from me, you're the only other person I know
Who reads the travel section
I could be your fag hag
And you could be my gay
I'll never make you feel sad
When you come out to play
I could be your fag hag
And you could be my gay
I'll never make you feel sad
When you come out to play
I could be your fag hag
And you could be my gay
I'll never make you feel sad
When you come out to play
I could be your fag hag
And you could be my gay
I'll never make you feel sad

Yeeah (Aiight)
Yeeah
Ol' stankin ass (Hoe) Jank ass (Hoe)
Suck my dick you (Hoe) Ol' fat ass (Hoe)
But aiight! We finna get these lame ass niggaz
You see a hoe ass nigga, call his ass out. Aye! Aye!
Fuck nigga yous a (Hoe) Pull a trigga on that (Hoe)
Stomp his ass like (Hoe) Ol' lame ass (Hoe)
I'ma tell you how it is nigga you betta get the fuck back
cause a nigga like me don't give a fuck
A nigga suppose to gon leave yo ass choked
if you know you ain't ready you gonna get drug
Off in the club you claimin yo set
I'm strapped wit my vest I shot in the air
You sound like a bitch yo ass I'ma hit
you tyin to go hide cause we gon be there
You ain't from that Wood you ain't from my click
you ain't from my row you neva could hang
You labled a duck we ready to buck
we don't give a fuck cause you is a lame
Step right here homeboy you bout it
he won't swing I know I doubt it
One hitter quitter yo ass get popped
so watch this parkin lot get rowdy
Watch this parkin lot get rowdy, watch this parkin lot go (ohhh)
Pop wit a glock and I stay wit a K
If you come my way I'ma act a fool
I walk in the club and I see me a nigga
Back the fuck up 'fore I show you who reala
Whats up wit ya fuck nigga
Crime Mob the niggaz who labled some killaz
Ol' sucka ass, busta ass, cryin to yo momma ass
I'ma keep up drama I'm a muthafuckin plum ass
See you just a dumb ass go on wit yo young ass
Try me like a sucka but I know you just a lame ass
Nigga how you figga that you reala than the MIG
Step off in my turf that Ellenwood gon be backin me
In my section they glad to see a nigga that don't give a fuck
Stomp you to the floor and tell you get yo pussy ass up
Pick that nigga ass up, tear his lame ass up
Niggaz representin Ellenwood time to mass up
Buck up out that M.O.B., said that my name is MIG
Throwin blows like Johnny Cage, you think you wanna fuck wit me
Let a damn nigga know, we can brang it to the door
Do this shit like Pastor Troy Uuh Huh I'm outside hoe
Swervin in the Tahoe, if you wanna try hoe

(oh, we don't know where we're going)
(and we don't know where we've been)
(we are the ugly sailors)
(and we're heading out to sea)
Time
Oh, if only I could reach out
I could tell you it was true
But who knows?
There's only one way
If I could forever
I'd count the times that you were true
And to take part in your downfall
We'll help me believe in a way out
Like a singer that can't singer
I got an angel without wings
You told me that you're free
Whatever that may be
In time
In time
(Time)
Nothing is lost after all
Mixing the great with the small
It's easy to see
If I could change the weather
I'd let the sun shine down on you
And find just what you're good for
Why do I feel like I do?.
Love's the greatest thing
I got an angel without wings
You told me that you're free
It's the only way to be
In time
In time
(Time)
Deeper and deeper
There's only one way
If I could live forever
And count the times that you were true (I can't get by without you)
And to take part in your downfall 'cause I know just what to do
(what can I say?)
(failing to be true)
(the devil sleeps beside you)
Love's the greatest thing
I got an angel without wings
Now, you told me that you're free
Whatever that may be
Love's the greatest thing
I got an angel without wings
Now, you told me that you're free
Whatever that may be
Love's the greatest thing
I got an angel without wings
Now, you told me that you're free

[Skinnyman]
I don't wanna blow up, throughout every era I've been here
So far the underground circuit has been fair
The home of hip hop, can you say you've been there?
Home's where the heart is so hip hop lives right here
I'm from UK, to you that might seem rare
I'm steppin' up now to make sure I seem clear
In every council estate we've got pure talent
No one don't care because I seen as a challenge
I suppose we'll never be the balance that you're lookin'
You wanna dilute the realness then sling their hookin'
Most A&R; cats I've ever met was all shooken
I'm lost for words if they don't bring a chequebook in
I'm livin' in a place where you can get your life tucken
For half steppin, by kids that'll blast weapons
Pull out by the lights they'll have you out in half seconds
Think your rough hang around if your ass reckons
Don't have to look for trouble, trouble it'll find ya
Don't turn around it'll be right behind ya
Then September the 11th will remind ya
Nobody ain't too major nor minor
If you're back in the streets or in a brand new recliner
Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina
Pay the pound I'll provide the punch liner
Might look young but I'm a real old timer
Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down
You can check my résumé the evidence can be found
Forever been blessin' eloquence over sound
Before they had the line off for spinnin' underground
Since then shit's changed man, shit goes down
But we're still gettin' down to the same old sound : it's hip hop
It's good shit for rockin a crowd
Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed
I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more
This year I'm really thinkin bout tryin a tour
Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life's on the line and your only crime is being poor?
This time around I feel I want more
I wanna see my son's future set secure
Without havin' to go out and start breakin' the law
I'm sick of being sat in the flat shuttin' the drawer
I'm sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin' teacher and fat boy, hold ya head high
See others come and go, watchin' their mothers cry, sayin', "why did my boy have to die?"
And still we'll try
As others might choose to get high
But we must up rise through to get by
It don't take too much to figure out the facts, who's bringin in all the coke and the crack?
This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin' cash for their crack
And we're the kids whose left facing the facts
Now used for lookin' mobiles that match their straps
As if it's fashion, everybody's ready for the action
Ready for the mashin' and thuggin' it with a passion
Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin'
Social wages really climaxing
Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction
Droughts for the weed, but 'nough of that crack thing
Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin'
And this ain't no whites or a blacks thing
It's if you're livin in the council flats...[?]
They got us on a lab rat thing
And it's funny to me how easily we're all adapting
So I'm jus gonna keep-a rappin'
You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook
What fuck the hook, I said, "fuck the hook"
Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook

fuck the fuck pig
all reality
not anybody's fear
come unto me
tp recreate
my god...
fuck the fuck pig
I see the bitch
lie on my bed,
I stick my dick in her anus
the fuck pig,

Take me to your voyage
On your valiant ship
I wanna feel you at my side
Under the sparking stars
My worry burns to ashes
Blow it up to the morning sky
My heart turns to winds
Wave the sail Wave the sail far far away
My heart turns to winds

You say you're here to keep the peace
But look at how you're protecting
By instilling fear and intimidation
By using violence and condemnation
How are we free when pigs rule the streets
With guns and ammunition, abusing their authority
Given no other choice but to go with the flow
Fuck brutality, fuck 5-0
Lock up more peaceful protesters and throw them in jail
So they know not to speak out or to entail
The truth that no one will ever know
Fuck brutality, Fuck 5-0
As the crime rate increases so do the weapons
To forcefully put us back into segregation
Try to find the actual root of the problem
Disarm your guns let's all try to solve them
"Peace cannot be kept by force,

(Verse 1)
15 and I back it hard
I'm in garage
And my homies riding with me and they better recharge
I talk about the car and tell 'em they won't be off
I'm off Atlanta representers and we're given the yonk
And be better this cars and the swap in the squad
Swag 'em with the lamers fuck what they laughin in for
I'm controller bitch we just hit the gravity volume
Half of these rappers to bad to be given rappin and all
Tryin to dress up like a widow when it's a mighty narrow soul
Make me wanna strike another mall I'm in the bowling pit
Maybe I'm just holding out the touch got the tutors for the kids
If you don't like me going 'em bitch I'ma looney again you lil motherfucker
I'm over and I stick 'em up they say they're yellow go and then provoking
And it's time for me to tell the difference between a rapper and a singer
Of a rock and roll band I don't think this shit is proper yet
Way too many rappers wanna look like Lenny Krevitz
Personally I think these pussies get too many passes
Thrift store shopping with the shit chore
Rockin lips lame and your music ain't with the shit as ever
And if that will make you matters even better
I don't swear and people talking shit about the way I look every day
Long hair don't care, red pair of air jordans
And I wear all black on, fuck fuck swag
You're a geek
(Hook)
Fuck swag (x8)
You're a geek
You're a geek
(Verse 2)
All these rappers wanna bite but they don't know how to write
They cause all they freeze diamond niggers tight
Every time I say go on with the metaphor
And if they wanna pause or laugh or ad live
They sway and just top off who they like
Tryin' to sound like Gucci or Future or Toochi
The dudes need a lesson before they get behind the mic
Ain't nobody buying your records in the hype
It was feeling me until they see 'em white
Now they like many raps too fast
What you slow homie, you handicapped?
What you need a walker, you hearin it, a fanny pad
What you unhappy the cheddar's back, the many pack
Or the back game, the cadillac's
I'm out to raise a barn to get adapt the cameras flash
'Cause they see a star when I walk in the room
No silent, let it rap I bet you when I walk in my shoes
It's funny that I'm hot
Last year popper's was cool when you
You was too official
Whether you a hit you tired niggas
You in skinny jeans, tekkie Louie belt whip you
The client try to strip you heavy jewerly would take a pic
Post the shit on instagram I suck a dick
You bitch look real dumb
Still slum, I don't pleasant hear lump
Bumping Big Krit and Yelawolf I don't feel pun
Rappers with no skills come on with me I kill them
You fuck with me I'm the real one
(Hook)
Fuck swag (x8)
You're a geek

[Intro: Fes Taylor]
New day, uh-huh, new me, Heart of the City, baby
New money, you know I'm fucking with my lawyers
Big mat, new house is slick
It's 2 Fly, baby, yea, yea
[Fes Taylor:]
Love me, hate me, whatever
I'm just trying to make some cheddar
Make it better, ladies like me like Mason Betha
I won't chase or sweat her, hate, just let her
Face the pressure, hate to mess up
But when you walked out, you left us
Stress bust pipes like sleepless nights
But we ain't got a reason to fight, you beefing like
I ain't there, I ain't care
Everything I owe, I ain't share
Like I ain't share, hurting so bad I'm trying to bear
Collar on my shirt still drying my tears
I cried like a fireman's tears
So I walk through the fire at the bottom of the stairs
Let it burn like an overdue perm
Always trying to teach you, it's better to learn
You ain't concerned, if it's me or what you know that I earn
You gon' learn, what goes around comes back around
Same shit, picked you up and had you down
[Chorus x2: Fes Taylor]
Fuck me, bitches? Fuck you too
I know a lot of other niggaz fucked you too
I said, I know a lot of other niggaz fucked you too
Listen, piece of pussy, that's something to do, ooh
[Break x3: Fes Taylor]
Piece of pussy, that's something to do, ooh
[Fes Taylor:]
I ain't trying to scream or yell
I just leave, oh well me, breeze in the S.L.
Roll no seeds in the L, need the keys to the hotel
Front desk, right by the bell
Smell of Chanel, I never tell
Might find y'all, have her head on the shelf
Fuck me, bitch? Who wan' fuck me too?
And I know all my niggaz wan' fuck you too
You could, lick me, suck me or touch me too
Got a girlfriend? That's cool, plus, me too
You could be my substitute love, that's cute
After I shoot, I'm giving you the boot
Knock ya boots, "What you expect loot? "
I jump back like "What are you a prostitute? "
I'm so true to the game, not new to the game
Start getting loose to the game
These tools to the game, you got me confused for a lame
Took a tab on, go and get the change
[Chorus]
[Break x3]