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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**

(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** bastards'
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
[Lyrics from: https:/**-you.html]
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

[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
f** you

b**h-a** Point-Blank
That fake-a** Point-Blank
When we see you, your ship's gonna sink

In any weather


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