F.y.f.r. (fuck Your Favorite Rapper) Lyrics - Ace Hood

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas 

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas 

Pun would wanna murder you all 

Nah, this ain't hip-hop dawg 

Nah 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

I'm in hell's kitchen with the Lord's mitten 

Runnin tail bishop, I'm the Mel Gibson 

Brave hearted nigga, keepin rap livin 

Young legend, Merry Christmas and the flow gifted 

Uh, and I mean what I say 

Not a game nor a gimmick when you mention my name 

Niggas pill poppin and dancing too much in the game 

Talkin bout yo fortune and fame, yall soundin the same 

We need a change, what happened to that real in the booth? 

Let's take it back Queens Bridge back when Nas was the truth 

I'm talkin Everyday Struggle to Big Poppa and Juice 

And to consumers who still assuming this message for you 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas 

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas 

Pun would wanna murder you all 

Nah, this ain't hip-hop dawg 

Death around the corner, nobody's gonna miss you 

Boy I tried to tell em, they ain't wanna listen 

King of the south, who got a problem wit it? 

I rebuild a building, make you come and visit 

Let's have a moment of silence 

Compare me to a prison of violence 

I'm a murderer, fuckin murderer 

I never heard of ya 

Kickin down the door, took my chances like a burglar 

Word to my mama bout this drama, boy you oughta know 

There's a bigger difference 'tween real rap and metaphor 

Don't get it twisted, I body them niggas 

You know I'm the realest, you cannot prevent it nigga 

Still 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas 

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas 

Pun would wanna murder you all 

Nah, this ain't hip-hop dawg 

I got what they missin, nigga come and get it 

How dare you think these niggas really competition 

Call the mortuary, make a reservation 

Bar for bar I ruin niggas' reputations 

Uh, yea my flow is the illest 

And I never had no feelings, I should visit the dentist 

Niggas talkin out of term until reality visit 

Til somebody bring the comma, that's for who made attendance 

You niggas finished 

Never can fuck with my coalition 

You with me or you runnin, lil nigga that's yo decision 

Screamin fuck em (fuck em) 

To you and yo opposition 

And here's what I think of they listin them names mentioning 

PSA bitches 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Fuck yo favorite rapper 

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas 

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas 

Pun would wanna murder you all 

Nah, this ain't hip-hop dawg 

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