Lyrics 8,9,10 (Remix) - Lil D , YTP

Yea, you know how we do
It's UGG wit' the Squad Boys
Y'all just don't know
'Cause it's YTP

We fuck our bitches friends, leave niggas wit' stupid grins
Or layin' on side that curb right where they stand
Eight, nine, ten, they out for the count
Nigga, you was better off not opening ya mouth

'Cause I'll smack a nigga down and definitely shoot the club up
I go about things this way 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's not Young Buck or G-Unit
Bitch, jump stupid, you got fucked 'cause you was a pussy
You was soft as a cushion, might as well call you pillow
Take a nigga clothes and give it to them homeless gorillas
Caterpillar, drug dealer, go getter Is what I'm sayin'
You one or the other or just another bitch made man

But the man upstairs is not the only one wit' the masterplan
Girls ain't nothin' but friends, gold diggers, or fans
But you already know, they no more than a hoe
So bitch, don't stop gon' head touch ya toes
It's more to life than hoes, cars, cash, clothes
It's not J Hov or Slim Thugger, it's the motherfuckin' Prophet
Can't no bitch or nigga stop it
'Cause if they try they will get crushed and demolished, look bitch, I'm polished

Like a brand new shoe or a pretty ass nail
I stunt so much they call me show and tell
It's not in my blood to fail 'cause momma had a born winner
Never a quitter, and a motherfuckin' hot spitta
Put the microwave on three minutes or the oven on 360
'Cause I'm 'bout to spin and sin, drink a bottle of Henn'
Have a funny grin, hit a nigga in the chin
Now he down for the count, nigga, eight, nine, ten bitch

When it's time to eat then that lion come out
When it's time for the beef, then the iron come out (it's The Beast, bitch)
You can act like my aim wit' that thang ain't awesome
Have the doctor explainin' to ya dame sorry we lost 'em (bitch)
For real man shells hurt
Extended clips hollow tips push a nigga mind back worst yessir (damn)
Leave half of ya face on the curb
You can't see, nigga, I'm fly as a bird

Ya bitch see Dee, I ain't gotta say a word
Take her to the crib and just let the bitch durb
Niggas gettin' all emotional for pussy, I just fuck 'em and pass 'em
Just ask Law how we did the last one (gangsta)
Wit' these fake thugs gon' catch a slug
Leave his face on the flyer in memories of (gangsta)
Don't play wit' me nigga 'cause I keep the heat nigga
I roll wit' two .9s like a 18 wheeler (gangsta)
It's Deezy The Beast, you know him
Yeah, that's a gangsta, you know, you a hoe like Lil' Kim

'Cause we fuck our bitches friends, leave niggas wit' stupid grins
Or layin' on side that curb right where they stand
Eight, nine, ten, they out for the count
Nigga, you was better off not opening ya mouth, nigga

'Cause we fuck our bitches friends, leave niggas wit' stupid grins
Or layin' on side that curb right where they stand
Eight, nine, ten, they out for the count
Nigga, you was better off not opening ya mouth, nigga