F.T. - F-It-Less lyrics

Verse 1: Yo, yo, you can let the magnum bust Or puff bags of dust If you mad at us Watch that a** get crushed Now you screamin why did the blood have to rush There's a buncha thugs after us Slugs blast at us Son roll this dutch master up The n***a with the live weapons Yo, who got shorties runnin They comin in 5 seconds Givin back shots, attack spots Fat knots I rap hop like clack Glocks Disrespect this and get disconnect This spray like disinfected I paractice safe s** so my dick's protected F hold the cap well Puffin fat l's bonin a chicks listenin to Maxwell On a maxell my man call me on the black cell Told me he got bagged for a crack-sell "How you feelin son?" "Not that well" n***as is bustin tecs and sh** And no matter what s**e you is Behind your back n***as will s** yo' whip Make you wonder where the exit is Fuc That cuttin no slack I'm bustin fat nuts on yo' back Chorus x3: Yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You got a track what the hook like F is off the hook, right? We stole cars while you took bikes And on a good night I get your whole hood sniped Verse 2: You's a halfthug Meetin ya dick in the bathtub I get mad love Do a crime woke ya backup? Roll in the set Put a hole in ya chest Open ya flesh Knowin the best No one can test I'm blowin ya vest Untill I die I be high of d** Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love My n***as blast and shoot sh** From here to Ma**achussets The cash be ruthless That's why your a** is toothless You ain't half as ill as the admirill You a crab for real n***a, grab your shield Rappers wanna k** me and blast me Cause my rhymes is Filthy McNasty While other n***as is silky and sa**y Upset your squad I never wet you God Y'all n***as ain't worth a $1.50 on the metrocar Fuc That I bust caps Chill on the side like hop cats Never leave home without the rough raps Paper I got to touch that You want b**hes I want track Chores x2 Verse 3: Yo, I role this ho that will set you up to take your check Them n***as that make you pet, to break your neck Her mind was the dirtiest Ever since her pops died on the 30st She was livin the life of unworthiness Her name was Karin She drove a black LeBaron And by the way, she used to sell packs of tracks with Aaron and Tyrone Doin anything to be in the live zone Like smoke five bones or rob the j**elery store for nine stones Attack your town pack a cab Smack a clown Back 'em down like Jackie Brown You never had sk** I'm mad ill like a overdose of Adville k** at will Chorus x2 Noreaga "The invincible, untouchable" OC "Fuc That, abbreviated F.T." Nas "Streets disciple, I rock beats that's make 'em trifle"