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Текст (слова) песни: Masta Ace f Strick - F.A.Y.

[Verse One: Masta Ace]
I`m startin` to think that my skill is a waste
Still in the race with an ice grille on my face
Mad at the world, mad at you, mad at my girl
Mad at my friends and anybody drivin` a Benz
I really hate this nigga that delivers my mail
But if I hit him they gonna send me up the river to jail
I hate my neighbors, they always askin` for late night favors
Hate indie labels, especially hate majors
I don`t give a fuck no more, fuck this tour
Fuck these shows and these groupies, they all ho`s
Hate these rude people stayin` all in my face
And hate the fact that Visa always callin` my place
So all you mean creditors and magazine editors
Same ones that debted us and put niggaz ahead of us
I`m a mad dog who sits in the dark
I`m fixin` to bark watchin` 106 And Park
What a mess, I guess I`m sorta stressed
Turn on the radio and I get more depressed
No wonder I`m kinda bitter
Strick told me I should quit player hating, but fuck that I`m not a quitter
Had a few cats betray me, try to play me
Bail and try to blame me, fuck you pay me
If y`all could, y`all would finish me
That`s why this finger here is for everybody in the industry

[Chorus]
When you tryin` to hustle for pay and people get in your way
That`s when you ready to say "Fuck all y`all"
When the job is givin` ya hell and pay is minimum scale
That`s when you ready to yell "Fuck all y`all"
When it`s really starting to seem that people killing your dream
That`s when you ready to scream "Fuck all y`all"
I`m talkin` to you, and I`m talking to you, and I`m talking to you nigga
[Verse Two: Strick]
Yo I`m simply trying to eat ‘til my belly is fat
And I rest in the Midwest where R. Kelly and Nelly be at
Where my name ring bells like "Who`s celly is that?"
And "Yo Strick you about to blow!" yo stop telling me that
Cuz at the end of the day I`m still just a nobody
Cuz nobody knows me no record label chose me
But Tommy Boy did and look where that got me
A bad attitude and a reason not to be cocky
A huge debt, three lawyers, and two managers
A bullshit advance that didn`t recoup the damages
A couple of singles that wasn`t really chartin`
Yo Ace I got a Cherokee! "Bow Wow got an Aston Martin"
That motherfucker got a mansion with a swimming pool
A rec room with many games and plenty women too
He prolly got his own chef and a fuckin` hot tub
I got a truck with four rims but yo they not dubs
Speakin` of nots yo, I`m not a happy camper
Not gettin` no younger, feeling like a grandpa
Yo I got low self esteem
Just like a nigga running in place tryin` to chase his own selfish dream
And fuck my girl, soon I`ll be startin` to creep
She`s a slob and don`t care if her carpet is neat
She got a slick mouth and always gets smart when she speak
And can`t cook a lick and the bitch fart in her sleep
I got a dog that don`t bark and cat that don`t meow
Everybody else is rich and I don`t fuckin` see how
Sometimes I wonder why even bother waking up
Should just end it and give back the spot I`m takin` up

[Chorus]
When you tryin` to hustle for pay and people get in your way
That`s when you ready to say "Fuck all y`all"
When the job is givin` ya hell and pay is minimum scale
That`s when you ready to yell "Fuck all y`all"
When it`s really starting to seem that people killing your dream
That`s when you ready to scream "Fuck all y`all"
I`m talkin` to you, and I`m talking to you, and I`m talking to you nigga

 

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