South Park Coalition - f** You lyrics

(If you don't like the way I rap Talk sh**) (If you don't like the way I rap Talk sh** n***a) (If you don't like the way I rap Talk sh** n***a, f** you) [Verse 1: K-Rino] Boom, this topic is catastrophic, targets are gunable K-Rino's torture mile is unrunable Time for d**h, nothing material is worth this wealth The Earth itself with soon rebirth itself Can it be? K is a seed, nature's planted me Fantasy, its power is the brain Allah granted me Masterpiece, Original Point-Blank gets mastered O.P.B. stands for 'overrated punk-a** ba*tards' So they run, they know them have to run They never stand a chance against the dangerous one I'll beat them down to dirt, either with bullets or my hand Cause either way I chose, them hoes could never withstand So I just pull out the Black Book and you'll see the fall of em A million ways to die, they'll get all of em OK-Rino you know you'll win it They talked that sh** for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute Hoes, door number one has a gun Door number two has your crew getting hung Door number three has the S.P.C. clique In a room making your sister s** everybody's dick So f** you! [Verse 2: Dope-E] That's it, I'm sick of these devil tricks You call me a n***a, you get your motherf**ing skull slit Devils running away, but they get caught, we won't let it pa** I'll catch ya, if it takes me goin to the grave and stabbin yo a** First, I'll take your wrist and cut it Your blood, blood, blood, I love it, love it, love it Tricknowlodgy steady tryna war with me, slaughter me Drainin with my hands, I'll skeed blood from your artery The game gets hot, I set your a** afire When you step to the 10year vet musical scientist never will I retire Gaining respect one way or another Sayin lyrics, layin tracks I'm comin up and bringing brothers Music is what I do, music is what I love All praise is due to Allah above A message to you s**ers, ain't doin nothin for the cause And when revolution comes, your a** gets scared and you pause I handle my business, S.P.C. ain't no sloppy click The law searched my car and found a kilo of floppy disks Cause sellin dope is a risk, so I rap pro-black And I act how I wanna motherf**ing act f** you, b**h [Verse 3: Point Blank] A lotta n***as wanna know my identity Well, my identity is Point-Blank, b**h, so don't f** with me I hope you didn't get confused When those punk-a** other n***as tried to step in my shoes Who knocked them hoes out the box last year? In '91 I 'sposed to die, well, how the f** I'm still standin here? I don't know what you heard, but I never left And never got my clique, cause I took care of my damn self I wish them hoes tried to rush me And I'mma k** the youngest member in they muthaf**in family I get respect everywhere I go I even took a picture k**in myself, but they don't hear me though I'm in a world of my own Still stick my head under guillotines, and bad dreams on prone So you better hold your ground up Cause when I frown up, b**h, I will f** your town up You N.W.A/Ice Cube-wanna-be's f** that reel to reel talk, and come get you some of these Oh, don't tell me, are you scared of the S.P.C.? Or is it the fact that they k** and die for me? f** you, b**h, with your broke-a** record label [Verse 4: Ganksta NIP] Yo, chill Point-Blank, he didn't mean what he said Dope-E, don't chop his leg, Deuce-Twice, don't chop his head Lil' Fry, don't cut his throats, Lye, don't feed him to the goats I just heard some thunder, use his skin for a raincoat DBX, don't cut his heart, EyeQ stop makin faces You'll get your turn, use his flesh for the horse races AC-Chill, stop burnin down his house K-Rino, stop burnin down his spouse Tec-9, don't stab his girl, Brain-Dead, don't slice her ear Triple X, stop visualizin cups for blood-thirsty Ill Bill X Man E, don't follow his sister She's only 4, don't you think that her parents will miss her? Jay, don't bust his lip, throw him through the doors Take down the dynamite attached to his open pores n***as, watch yourself when the S.P.C. creepin Klondike Kat, scratch his eyeballs out while he's sleepin Lizac, don't squeeze his face with the pliers PSK, you and 38, won't y'all stop makin hair fires Ganksta NIP is hard as a tank Click-click-boom-boom at b**h-a** Original Point-Blank b**h [Outro: Gangsta NIP] Yo, you know I know who the real one b**h-a**, trick-a** n***a, it's your boy NIP Straight up, n***a Whenever your b**h-a** crew, n***a Whoever, whenever, wherever's clever b**h f** you b**h-a** Point-Blank That fake-a** Point-Blank When we see you, your ship's gonna sink In any weather b**h