Lord Infamous
Fuck That Nigga
[Intro: DJ Paul, Project Pat]
Hey, what's up with that n***a who crossed you out
That trick ass n***a that crossed me out?
Mane, fuck that n***a, mane
Man, we can go kick this right now
What's up, man?
Yeah, get this bitch

Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a

[Hook]
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit


[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Fuck that n***a, and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one mothafuckin' thing understood
In my hood, a couple of you n***as tried to sell out, tell out
Now you gonna make me take my scope out
And when I do that, I'mma aim then buck ya
Smilin' in my face, aw, mane, I'mma bust a
Cap in yo' ass, that's for fuckin' with me, n***a
I know that you a ho, and now I heard you claimin' killa
A killa is a n***a who will look you in the eye
Put the pistol in your face, and let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so, you better not try it
I'm goin' out, ho, like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised, and I got you in focus
Put you in a daze, all you punk ass jokers
I hope this, lesson, mothafuckas, gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs, and they all wanna meet you
[Hook]
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Fuck you, n***a, and you know just who I'm talkin' about
Livin' on that other side, and you crossed a n***a out
I'm about my hog when it comes to stayin' down
Used to be my road dog, now, you just another clown
Hangin' 'round you was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real n***a, but you was another fake
Busta, musta wanna be thugster
I'mma label you as a dead mothafucka
Fuckin' with a n***a like Pat, you can die, ho
When I come out with the gat, I'mma try, ho
All of my might, just to put you six under
Lookin' for a fight, I'mma break out with the thunder
Sound of a Glock .38, what you gonna do?
Last sound that you hear (*gunshots*) (Fuck you)
Mark ass n***as frontin' like they gonna blast
Gon' make a n***a like me run up to yo' ass

[Hook]
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a, fuck that n***a
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit