Fuck Y'all [(2nd II None, Amg & Hi-C Diss)]

This is dedicate to all of y'all
Skanless-ass dusty-ass broke-ass
Busta-ass niggaz!

Y'all ain't sayin nothin
Y'all niggaz is fuckin, fuck y'all
(bitch niggaz) fuck y'all (punk bitches)
Fuck y'all
(fuck y'all) fuck y'all (then fuck y'all)
Always poppin somethin (always poppin shit)
Y'know I'm gon' come back dumpin fuck y'all
(bitch niggaz) fuck y'all (punk bitches)
Fuck y'all
(fuck y'all) fuck y'all (you and all)

I'm like fuck you you ain't never been shit
Never was shit
Fuck it the way I was taught was
Never trust shit, especially this
Funny style, funny lookin bitch nigga here
I'ma tell you so fast, so quick
Nigga if you say another word, that's it
I'ma slap him like the bitch that he is
Then I'ma turn around and slap
The bitch that he with
I ain't never understood your type
You know you wanna be a boss
We cut from a different cloth
They never thought me and Quik
Would get it together
Keep it Crippin while I dip and
Sip and spit it together fuck y'all

(bitch niggaz, punk bitches)
(fuckin snitches, coward niggaz, fuck 'em)
(bitch niggaz, punk bitches)
(fuck y'all, yeah and all)

Yeah I'm put together
Compton built me with an Einstein brain
We live in Southern California where
You GOTTA make it rain'!
And if you jump I'll help you
Reconstruct the crash of the plane
To survive, you gotta embrace pain
Cause pain tells you that you
Need to get right wit'chaself
So when you do replace the pain with wealth
And even though the money
Can't buy you health
You'll be eatin right for tellin
Them just how you felt
I sleep in a mirrored room
Worthy of an emperor
I only get a temper when
I'm talkin to the simpletons
Give me patience, I deal with mental patients
I see you as a dunce but
I haven't said it once

(always talkin shit, fuckin snitches
Coward niggaz)
(cake bitches, fuck y'all, fuck you
Fuck you, bitch niggaz, punk bitches)
(fuck y'all, you and all)

Hey, we we let it go
But you gotta get it though
Kurupt is the venom and Quik is the antidote
Even though your man is slow
And can't keep the tempo yo
I'm keepin it simple I'm
Stuck to this instrumental
So bounce - we in your
City makin all our rounds
We get the dollars, euros, yen and pounds
We stand on top of the
Couches we like those girls
Without pouches and those braces
And the slouches so now
(now) we'd like to challenge y'all
To all get down
(Get down) but all together like
Couples to the sound
(The sound) don't want to hear no rebuttal
Think of the music as the tracks
And your body's the shovel

Take off, blast off in the sky to a high
My bad, I ain't mean to make you mad
Cadillac on 3's, old school
OD's make me shiver
If you try to take mines, or my homey's
I deliver
These cannonball words through your
Window through the info
Through your liver listenin I tell
Ya how I'm feelin

Hey - Hi-C, AMG, K&D
Why y'all names all rhyme and mine don't?
Cause I got it and y'all won't?
I'm the Quiksta, I'm the funk
I be bangin in the trunk
All the bitches wanna fuck me cause
They know I ain't no punk
I'ma tell you niggaz once
And for all dagnabbit
If you can't see me with it
Then you can never have it so fuck y'all!