• Artist: Crime Mob
• Song Title: Fuck Nigga
• Album: Crime Mob

[Hook]
(Yeah)
Aiight (Yeah)
Aiight (Yeah)
Aiight (Yeah)
Aiight (Yeah) {ho}
Aiight (Yeah) {ho}
Aiight (Yeah) {ho}
Aiight (Yeah) {ho}
Ol� stankin a** {ho}
Jean saggin {ho}
Suck my d*** you {ho}
Ol� fat a** {ho}
But aiight {ho}
Look at these lame a** n****s {ho}
See a ho a** n**** {ho}
Call his a** out {ho}
Hey Hey {ho}

[Chorus 4x]
F**k n**** you�sa {ho}
Pull a trigga on dat {ho}
Stomp his a** like {ho}
Ol� lame a** {ho}

[Verse 1] {Ho played thru whole song}
I�ma tell how it is n****
You betta get the f**k back
Cuz a n**** like me don�t give a f**k
A n**** so p***y gon� leave yo a** talkin
You know you ain�t ready you gonna get jumped
Off in da club
You come in your set
I�m strapped wit my vest
Your sign in the air
You sound like a b****
Don�t ask how I hit
You tryin to go hide
Cuz we gon be there
You ain�t from the Wood
You ain�t from my clique
You ain�t from my road
You neva could hang
You labeled a duck
We willin to buck
We don�t give a f**k
Cuz you is a lame
Step right here homeboy we bout it
Get one swing I know I doubt it
One hitter quitter you a** get popped
So watch this parkin lot get rowdy
Watch this parkin lot get rowdy
Watch this parkin lot go (oh!!!!!)
Pop wit a glock and stay wit a K
If you come my way I�ma act like a fool
I walk in da club and see me a n****
Back the f**k up before I show you who realla
What�s up wit ya f**k n****
Come up in n****s who labeled some killas

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Ol� sucka a** busta a**
Cryin to yo mama a**
I�ma keep on drama I�m a motherf**kin calm a**
See you just a young a**
Gon wit ya young a**
Try me like a sucka but I know you just a lame a**
N**** how you figga that you realla than the M.I.G.
Step off from my curb that Ellenwood gon be backin me
In my set they glad still n**** they don�t give a f**k
Stomp you to da flo and tell you get your p***y a** up
Kick that n**** a** up
Tear his lame a** up
N****s representin Ellenwood time to mass up
F**k up out that M.O.B
Said that my name is M.I.G.
Throwin bows like Johnny Cage
You think you wanna f**k wit me
Let a damn n**** know
We can bring it to the door
Do this s**t like Pastor Troy
Uh huh I�m right side ho
Swervin in yo Ta-Hoe
If you wanna try Ho
Take my f**kin word
I ain�t got no reason to lie

[Chorus]

[repeat ho until end]