Phuk U Lyrics by Canibus

Phuk U Lyrics

    Phuk..U (4x)
    Ok
    Phuk..U (4x)

    (Verse 1)
    Yo, yo
    Ayo, nobody can flow wit Bis
    Rock a show wit bis
    Or go toe to toe wit Bis
    None of yall can co-exist
    We livin in an Ice Age and its cold as shit
    100,000 dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff
    All I know is this
    My felt tip hotter than hell get
    186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh
    Give a nigga a tan
    Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand
    While I promote that new Canibus jam
    Niggas feel it underground wit stalactites hangin from the ceiling
    I'm out on tour wit 30 city trips
    Every state its like bitches be bulimic for dicks
    Screamin the chorus
    Half unconscious
    I hold my cordless
    Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest
    While the people go insane for us
    I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us
    Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I aint payin for it
    I freestyle the whole set
    Kickin a hundred bars, nigga fuck who's on next
    Fuck you!

    Chorus 1 - Phuk.. U.. (2x) Ok
    Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok

    (Verse 2)
    -Fuck- them extra niggas that's always around you
    -Fuck- niggas that talk about you and try to clown you
    -Fuck- niggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you
    -Fuck- niggas thats lyin tellin people they discovered you
    -Ok, Fuck- niggas that're jealous cause you nicer than them
    Don't give a -fuck- who you offend you gotta fight till the end
    If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour
    Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more
    Tell her to bring three friends so you can -fuck- all four
    Menage-a-trois, what the -fuck- she expect you a dog
    Almighty god blessed you wit a dick and two balls
    So if you like to -fuck- pussy that don't mean that you wrong
    Unless you -fuck- it raw dog
    I -fuck- a nappy dug out
    Bust in her mouth
    Kick her the -fuck- out
    She'll cuss me out, like...

    (Repeat chorus 1)

    (Verse 3)
    Yo, yo
    Ya superstar status don't mean shit to me
    Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency
    Try to dis me now
    How you sound?
    Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown
    You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth
    Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos
    You was never equipped for this
    Never equipped to spit wit Bis
    I'm swift as shit
    Let me point out the main differences
    You magnificent
    I'm mic-nificent
    Yo, i'd even go out on a limb wit it
    Say you write a little bit
    That don't make you a tight lyricist
    Cause you don't practice or stick with it
    Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this
    I never quit, I got a gift for the art
    A low maintenance cost
    No physical movin parts
    In '98, niggas thought I was God
    How the fuck did that change
    I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game
    So look inside yourself and tell me what you see
    If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me
    And its aight if you don't trust me
    Cause I don't trust you
    As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you
    Motherfucker, Fuck you

    Chorus 2 - Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x)
    Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok..

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