Krumb Snatcha & M.O.P.
Ras Kass & Saafir & Xzibit
DJ Quik & Dr. Dre & Mimi (songstress)
Nelly
Pharoahe Monch
C-Murder & Trick Daddy
The LOX
Napalm
Diddy & David Bowie & Loon & Black Rob & Mark Curry & Kain & Big Azz Ko
Cypress Hill & Kokane
Clipse
Gang Starr
King Jacob & The Professor
Roscoe
This song appears on the Training Day soundtrack, and is written from the perspective of Denzel Washington’s corrupt cop – hence, along with general braggadocio, there are specific references to points in the film’s plot.
[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
[Verse 1]
Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Figure a trigger happy nigga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street evangelists
With a manuscript in professional ass-whipping
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kicking
If you ask for it, I blast for it, you're back flipping
No one saw it, I won't stop, the clock's ticking
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas
The world's a merry-go-round, I stereotype niggas
He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas
Matter of fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga
[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
[Verse 2]
I got the projects on lock, they trust my logic
Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic
Cause you could write tickets my nigga or get paid
Learn this game in the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you, how easy it would be
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
Cause psychologically the guns you use will define you
[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
[Verse 3]
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful with whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si, via a diablo
I'm five-oh, leaving enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mil', and you're fucking the deal up
Try to play hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed, one in your head, you won't feel much
[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck You was produced by Pharoahe Monch.
Pharoahe Monch released Fuck You on Tue Sep 11 2001.