Tommy Boy - F.A.Y.B.A.N. lyrics

"From the underground" (Scrathed by DJ Premier) f** all y'all b**hes a** n***as from my heart Everybody talkin sh** but nobody wanna start Straight for QB, original sh** starter Welcome me back like Kotter My three pound seven revolver Make you part of the pavement quickly Layin there pool of blood ?? and graved in Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead They in the meat market chillin with the boars head Straight up and down I'm here to kncok you out the box Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks Y'all b**h a** n***as I'll meet you at the top Don't try to give me no love 'cuz my sh**s blazin hot Smack you with the mack, give you a speed knot It be in the Source next issue, sayin why I dissed you Punk motherf**ers, y'all dont want the ruckus So called tough guys, I despise ya lies I see it in ya eyes, you p**y and you frontin n***as smack ya moms you won't even do nothing f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where my thugs at?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where the money at?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where my thug chicks?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (?Word uuuuuppppp?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as, who want it? Just say something so I can spray something I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes Actin like they boning 'em, they don't even be knowin 'em I'm ready to smack the dog sh** out of 'em I don't give a f** if they going plat'num My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks And my duns roll, pullin out all type of sh** 'Bout time I flip, y'all n***as been livin good n***as gettin paid to say "f** the hood" No its f** you b**h a** n***a, ya heard? If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it f** 'em, with no grease I hate 'em like I hate the po-lice If I get the chance I'll crash they dome piece You pink panty wearin p**y f**in coward All of the sudden all y'all n***as bout it bout it n***as ain't even tryin cop no brick Ain't even tryin worry about the cops and sh** n***as need to stop they sh**, before they get slave whipped n***as from the projects don't wanna hear that fake sh** Come with what you got to come with And stop actin like a little b**h Screwball drops the illest sh** Thats blessed the streets and all my sons And for the rest of y'all n***as ]From the top of my lungs, I scream f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where my thugs at?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where the money at?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where my thug chicks?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (?Word uuuuuppppp?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where the Bridge at?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Where 43rd at?) f** all y'all b**h a** n***as (Screwball what) f** all y'all b*tch ASS ni**aZ Word QB sh** (what?) What, motherf**er What, yeah Screwball, Big Poet Representin QB, knowhasayin? Underground represent forever (forever) 'Cuz them n***as like Primo (yeah) Not none of y'all b**h a** n***as (b**h a** n***as) f** 'em (its QB forever n***a)