Tekster: Cam'Ron. F*** You.

B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all y'all faggot ass niggaz out there
That wouldn't give us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, fuck y'all, niggaz

All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick
When I was Mason Betha, fuck y'all, bitches
And all y'all bitches that wanna fuck my nigga Huddy Combs

'Cuz he roll wid me, fuck y'all, bitches
All y'all niggaz that fucked around
And made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, fuck y'all, niggaz

This goes out to Mr. Fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' 'bout I'm fuckin' too young

And what about that fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
Want to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift

Also yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that bitch who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't getting out, right, bitch?

Now, I got out, fuck you
Plus, she never gave me no bread
Plus, she never gave me no head
That pussy was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, fuck you

Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I know these
These bitches wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

Yeah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care, fuck him
Never spends a dime, he never comes home on time, fuck them, B

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you)

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Mayn, fuck you