Bathgate F..ck That
* [Bathgate] Now everybody put your middle finger in the air and repeat after me...(nah f..ck that!) I'm tired of bitches riffin and trippin (nah f..ck that!) You owe a nigga cause he went to prison (nah f..ck that!) You ain't giving head? Ma let me beat it Oh you a sain't now but you pushing me to eat it (nah f..ck that!) All of a sudden Harlem ain't real like We ain't up for money, and we started pushing grills? (nah f..ck that!) Everybody saying this and that like Bath be dat nigga Dat be spittin on them tracks Like, bullshit record labels Who, come at me with offers Like, eight f..cking albums and you sure this just a hoax (nah f..ck that!) Fake bad bitches front when you holla Cause you ain't in the fire, but you walking right beside us (nah f..ck that!) Ma don't let them front on you there They ain't pay to get it done but want they fingers in your hair (nah f..ck that!) Bitches with babies asking for dollars Talkin how they get this Prada But don't know they baby father An shorty run around with Gucci on her feet With a Gap outfit, like that shit is really sweet (nah f..ck that!) Niggaz who charge fifty is shitty (nah f..ck that!) Wack ass albums, nigga come get me (nah f..ck that!) Bath the hottest though, who f..ckin wit me Not that nigga in your box, you really think that nigga hot (nah f..ck that!) Some say that kid ain't nice, cause that song to hot No that kid didn't write, like I don't ghost write Like I don't flow tight, who that nigga that just figure that he wont go like(nah f..ck that!) You know them broads who came at me wrong like "Boo you look young," but don't know that I'm grown (nah f..ck that!) This is for my teams on the block push green or da rocks 16's in them glocks (nah f..ck that!) Bitch ass cops with hand triggers (nah f..ck that!) Protect shit and air niggaz Just a bunch of hate crimes like rape and Louima And murdering Diallo spittin slugs for no meanings And they feel its okay, when they set up O.J. But they wanna bag Jay and Puff and throw the key away (nah f..ck that!) Hollywood rappers who never sold that Get they jewelry, last week it was gone (nah f..ck that!) Bring back them 4.0''s everybody ain't rich to go add on the 6 (nah f..ck that!) Thats right you only live once F..ck it, spend how you wanna go Trick on them stunts, if you do a little Ex Or, hit a few blunts Get High! Get Crunk! Have fun! Get drunk! (nah f..ck that!) Niggaz who come at you with tapes Like, "It easy cause you signed" and they wont have to wait (nah f..ck that!) Hearing out every beat weight, when you find what you like Shit, it ain't on the tape (nah f..ck that!) Look dogs I'ma be grave, f..ck a feature they don't want This shit is hot anyway, any day we can battle dog verse for verse F..ck will I'ma curse, matter fact, FUCKIN JERK! (nah f..ck that!) Aye shorty, if you gon' get the Gucci shoes, get the Gucci outfit to match Gap don't match with that shit ma...Ya heard? Harlem is back, expect it and respect it nigga but girl you got anything to say? NAH FUCK THAT!!!!