F.A.Y.B.A.N.

Lyrics

[Intro] "From the underground" (Scratched by DJ Premier) [Verse 1: Blaq Poet] Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas from my heart Everybody talkin' shit but nobody wanna start Straight from QB, original shit starter Welcome me back like Kotter My three pound seven Revolver Make you part of the pavement quickly Layin' there, pool of blood, Poet engraved in Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead They in the meat market chillin' with the boar's head Straight up and down I'm here to knock you out the box Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks Y'all bitch ass niggas, I'll meet you at the top Don't try to give me no love 'cuz my shit's blazin' hot Smack you with the MAC, give you a speed knot It be in the Source next issue, sayin' why I dissed you Punk motherfuckers, y'all don't want the ruckus So-called tough guys, I despise ya lies I see it in ya eyes, you pussy and you frontin' Niggas smack ya moms you won't even do nothin' [Chorus] Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thugs at?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the money at?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thug chicks?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Woohaa) [Verse 2] Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, who want it? Just say somethin' so I can spray somethin' I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes Actin' like they bonin' 'em, they don't even be knowin' 'em I'm ready to smack, the dog shit out of 'em I don't give a fuck if they gold and plat'num My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks And my duns roll, pullin' out all type of shit 'Bout time I flip, y'all niggas been livin' good Niggas gettin' paid to say "Fuck the hood" No, it's fuck you bitch ass nigga, ya heard? If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it Fuck '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' pussy fuckin' coward All of a sudden, all y'all niggas 'bout it 'bout it Niggas ain't even tryin' cop no brick Ain't even tryin' worry about the cops and shit Niggas need to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped Niggas from the projects don't wanna hear that fake shit Come with what you got to come with And stop actin' like a little bitch Screwball drops the illest shit That blessed the streets and all my sons And for the rest of y'all niggas From the top of my lungs, I scream [Chorus] Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thugs at?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the money at?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thug chicks?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Woohaa) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the Bridge at?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where 43rd at?) Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Screwball what) Fuck all y'all BITCH ASS NIGGAZ [Outro] Word QB shit (What?) What, motherfucka What, yeah, yeah Screwball, Big Poet (Woohaa) Representin' QB, knowhasayin? Underground representin' forever (Forever) 'Cuz them niggas like Primo (Yeah) Not none of y'all bitch ass niggas (Bitch ass niggas) Fuck 'em (It's QB forever, nigga) Blah, blah!