Fuck dat Letra

Fuck dat lyrics

[fredro starr]

Yo turn that shit up word up
Afficial nasty dat
Ya niggas is dead ass
Know what i'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' all city 'n shit
Word up yo mega fuck dat
Rip that brooklyn shit nigga

[j. mega (fredro starr)]

What? what? what? what? what? what?
My fleet goals by da creep cold
We blaze y'all won't see those you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, i want a mil (of) 'em
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, i'm sippin' on corona, keep my carpet coma
The east new york soldier, what?
(fuck dat that's the all city shit
Yo greg valentine)

[greg valentine, (fredro starr), sticky fingaz]

Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what i got
As if, that ain't enough, for jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(all city what, all city what? fuck dat
Yo sticky) wassup nigga?(come here nigga, fuck dat
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga) i want some new shit
(afficial nast what?)

[sticky fingaz, (fredro starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' wack shit i cut out ya tongue son i'm in this rap shit for the lovesong
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? you don't want none
But regardless, readin' wildest, you get da mildest
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges
You off getargets, kill any rap artist
Still hate ya guts, and hope that ya die
If you're not allah, then yo' ass gotta frie
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up big time, you should've finished me off nigga
(what? fuck dat fuck dat
Afficial nast what up?
[ De: https://www.dicelacancion.com/letra-fuck-dat-onyx ]
Yo lefty, i got a new nigga for ya niggaz
Yo fuck dat step up and )

[bubba smith, (fredro starr), x-1]

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the big apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?
Bring it, i'm closin' now shut, i don't give a fuck about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot
It's my time to go, playa, i'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just press g-o
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, i was drugged up, in a sixth still shittin' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody try to here missin'
(fuck dat yo x -1 nigga) what nigga?
(ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga) what what, what, what?
(fuck dat afficial nasty niggas
Fuckin' takin' this streets that niggas is dead)

[x - 1, (fredro starr)]

All you crack niggaz, i don't even like your style

If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, x is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(they hate that shit nigga what?
Kick the our fuckin' shit fuck dat)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid i'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, x-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?

[fredro & sticky fingaz]

Fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Fuck dat fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Word up fuckin' all city
Muthafuckin' onyx
Muthafuckin' fredro starr talkin' to you nigga
Fuckin' sonsee nigga what da fuck is up?
Yo sticky, wassup nigga? gangreen in this muthafucka
Bubba smith 'n shit back da fuck up, everybody up
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka (know what i'm sayin?)
Dj ls, afficial nast nigga fuck any dj,yo fuck dat (any dj nigga afficial nast)
Word up, fuck dat niggaz don't know my muthafuckin' broher is sayin', fuck dat
Big chris, fuck dat niggaz ain't seein' shit afficial nast yo eat 'em up
Get da fuck up outta here (car rushin' away)