Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You and Fuck Society too. (twice) My kind, My kind, My kind belongs nowhere. (twice)
Перевод: Кровь за кровь. Last Call Fuck You.
Fuck You!!!
we call our President, for the present And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear
he never says it twice They call him Judge, his last name is Dredd So break the law, and you wind up dead Truth and justice are what he's fighting for
you really want? What you really want is that what you really want? We hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want is
call you because you can't call 'em Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em How they rock silks and tailor made pants And get a matching bally shoe for
my eyes Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef We sell
Call'll Have My Dogs On You Like An Echo Baby I Am Tha Real (Deal/Dill) No Pickle (Uh) Spit sickle cell Physco I Go Off Like A Motha Fuckin Rifle And
So who you, Fuck you, You're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire I know that ain't fair, but
to the edge and I walk off there We ain't high enuff O'contraire, and sometimes life just dont compare Say my name baby pull my hair, and Ima fuck you
say my name [Xzibit] Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
-good blood sucker Fat motherfucker, now looks who's in trouble As you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for
gunning And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming Homiciders Blood letters Money getters Ballin' rag Rolls riders The last thing I heard you say you
, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call 'em S-A's, I call 'em allies
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you
, blow a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes So, what the fuck you suppose happened? For calling me out, fuck rapping We gun clapping