One of the G.O.A.T. fukk you bytch tracks
[Girl]
You ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, your rings ain't shyt
your gear ain't shyt, your jewels ain't shyt
your kicks ain't shyt, nikka, your whips ain't shyt
Bobby, you ain't shyt, nikka I'm the shyt
you ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, your rings ain't shyt
your gear ain't shyt, your jewels ain't shyt
your kicks ain't shyt, your whips ain't shyt
Bobby, you ain't shyt, nikka I'm the shyt
you ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, Bobby you ain't shyt
your rings ain't shyt, your gear ain't shyt
your jewels ain't shyt, your kicks ain't shyt
your whips ain't shyt, nikka, I'm the shyt
You ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, your rings ain't shyt
your gear ain't shyt, your jewels ain't shyt
your kicks ain't shyt, your whips ain't shyt
nikka, I'm the shyt...
[RZA (Girl)]
What the fukk y'all birds talking about?
Get the fukk out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dikk to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fukking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, fukk you motherfukker)
You wish you could fukk
bytch, all you can do is dikk suck
(Your ass can't fukk, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
fukk that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for make any cream in this , bytch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bytch leave! What the fukk you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shyt no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, bytch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fukk's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
bytch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first!
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bytch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass p*ssy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
p*ssy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And now you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fukk you, the shyt echos 'cause you p*ssy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the US highways
fukk a new nikka every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bytch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nikka)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass p*ssy and soggy t*ts?
I'm trying to get the shyt over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fukk for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C
'Cause you ain't shyt, and your mother ain't shyt
And your sister ain't shyt, and your p*ssy ain't shyt
That weave ain't shyt, your ass ain't shyt
Girl you ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
[RZA (Girl)]
But fukk it, yo
let me get this fukking phone
(Yeah, get the motherfukking phone)
(Quit motherfukkers in our fukking)
(business. End the fukk, or I'll pull)
(the motherfukking chord out of the)
Man, fukk that motherfukking socket.
Yo God, this bytch is bugging (I'm sick of this shyt motherfukker)
(Get the fukk out, I'm throwing)
(all the shyt on the motherfukking)
(terrace, right now. I'm sick of)
I'm on the phone! (this shyt, you and you shyt out the)
I'm on the phone! (motherfukking closet right now. My)
Well fukk you! (name's on the motherfukking [?] too)
bytch, get the fukk out my (nikka, I don't give a fukk, fukk that)
house man (shyt, you get the fukk out my lab, all)
(these motherfukkers sleeping in the)
(fukking living room. My seeds run into)
(these motherfukkers, these nikkaz are)
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey (in their dirty motherfukking socks and)
fukk you, yo God, my bytch... (shyt. fukking dirty toilet seats and)
This bytch is stupid man (shyt. My seeds gotta sit on this shyt.)
(Get these motherfukkers out this)
Give this fukking crab ass (motherfukking lab now. Get the fukk)
girl the gas yo (out. Every lat one of y'all mother-)
You's a hoe bytch! (fukkers. Get the fukk out my lab.)
Come on you's a hoe!
you'se a hoe (Motherfukker don't make me pick up)
you'se a hoe (this bottle. Don't make me pick up)
you'se a hoe (this motherfukking bottle.)
you'se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! (b*stard! b*stard!)
hoe! hoe! (b*stard!)
fukk you!
hoe! (you fukking b*stard!)
hoe! (b*stard! b*stard!)
fukk you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
(b*stard! b*stard! b*stard!)
She's stupid dunn (you're fukking dirty dikk nikka)
(Yeah you're fukking stupid nikka)
(You're fukking stupid)
(You're fukking stupid)
We'll be back son (Now that's right, tell that)
We'll be back (motherfukker to call you back)
('cause you ain't going to steal)
(this motherfukking phone)
[Girl]
You ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, your rings ain't shyt
your gear ain't shyt, your jewels ain't shyt
your kicks ain't shyt, nikka, your whips ain't shyt
Bobby, you ain't shyt, nikka I'm the shyt
you ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, your rings ain't shyt
your gear ain't shyt, your jewels ain't shyt
your kicks ain't shyt, your whips ain't shyt
Bobby, you ain't shyt, nikka I'm the shyt
you ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, Bobby you ain't shyt
your rings ain't shyt, your gear ain't shyt
your jewels ain't shyt, your kicks ain't shyt
your whips ain't shyt, nikka, I'm the shyt
You ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
your brother ain't shyt, your money ain't shyt
your lab ain't shyt, your rings ain't shyt
your gear ain't shyt, your jewels ain't shyt
your kicks ain't shyt, your whips ain't shyt
nikka, I'm the shyt...
[RZA (Girl)]
What the fukk y'all birds talking about?
Get the fukk out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dikk to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fukking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, fukk you motherfukker)
You wish you could fukk
bytch, all you can do is dikk suck
(Your ass can't fukk, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
fukk that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for make any cream in this , bytch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bytch leave! What the fukk you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shyt no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, bytch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fukk's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
bytch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first!
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bytch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass p*ssy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
p*ssy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And now you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fukk you, the shyt echos 'cause you p*ssy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the US highways
fukk a new nikka every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bytch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nikka)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass p*ssy and soggy t*ts?
I'm trying to get the shyt over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fukk for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C
'Cause you ain't shyt, and your mother ain't shyt
And your sister ain't shyt, and your p*ssy ain't shyt
That weave ain't shyt, your ass ain't shyt
Girl you ain't shyt, your daddy ain't shyt
[RZA (Girl)]
But fukk it, yo
let me get this fukking phone
(Yeah, get the motherfukking phone)
(Quit motherfukkers in our fukking)
(business. End the fukk, or I'll pull)
(the motherfukking chord out of the)
Man, fukk that motherfukking socket.
Yo God, this bytch is bugging (I'm sick of this shyt motherfukker)
(Get the fukk out, I'm throwing)
(all the shyt on the motherfukking)
(terrace, right now. I'm sick of)
I'm on the phone! (this shyt, you and you shyt out the)
I'm on the phone! (motherfukking closet right now. My)
Well fukk you! (name's on the motherfukking [?] too)
bytch, get the fukk out my (nikka, I don't give a fukk, fukk that)
house man (shyt, you get the fukk out my lab, all)
(these motherfukkers sleeping in the)
(fukking living room. My seeds run into)
(these motherfukkers, these nikkaz are)
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey (in their dirty motherfukking socks and)
fukk you, yo God, my bytch... (shyt. fukking dirty toilet seats and)
This bytch is stupid man (shyt. My seeds gotta sit on this shyt.)
(Get these motherfukkers out this)
Give this fukking crab ass (motherfukking lab now. Get the fukk)
girl the gas yo (out. Every lat one of y'all mother-)
You's a hoe bytch! (fukkers. Get the fukk out my lab.)
Come on you's a hoe!
you'se a hoe (Motherfukker don't make me pick up)
you'se a hoe (this bottle. Don't make me pick up)
you'se a hoe (this motherfukking bottle.)
you'se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! (b*stard! b*stard!)
hoe! hoe! (b*stard!)
fukk you!
hoe! (you fukking b*stard!)
hoe! (b*stard! b*stard!)
fukk you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
(b*stard! b*stard! b*stard!)
She's stupid dunn (you're fukking dirty dikk nikka)
(Yeah you're fukking stupid nikka)
(You're fukking stupid)
(You're fukking stupid)
We'll be back son (Now that's right, tell that)
We'll be back (motherfukker to call you back)
('cause you ain't going to steal)
(this motherfukking phone)
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