Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka)

[Intro: Terrance and Phillip]
U-N-C-L-E fuck you, Uncle Fucka....Do right!
Hey, hey
Ugh
Slip-n-slide, niggas...

[Chorus]
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
Everybody wanna be the big boy
Sling king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grain
Big biz, big chains
Big things on the big mane
Motherfuckers done lost they brain
This shit ain't fun
The bullshit ain't done
Gonna have to get the gun now
Gotta learn how to run now
Cuz you the one now
That they be talking bout
When they hanging out
Trying to play ya how to drain you out
Two shots rang you out
Tried to slide in the game, you out
Think it's the game about, shit
Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
They probably been in the grave or swore? from the heat of the cage
Them niggas is dead

[Chorus]
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face

[Verse 2: Trina]
Did I approve for you to talk to me?
Motherfuckers like you
Hell, I preach it to 'em
First hand I teach 'em
No psychic, bitch
Hell, I reach it to 'em
No bus, no fuss dog
No sucks in the Lex, dog
Don't see no checks dog
And stop beggin' when it's wet, dog
But you could bet, dog
That you don't know no ho that'll hide the work
Two clips inside the purse
Fuck me I'ma ride you first
Fuck hard till the condom bursts
But umm...
I need my dinero
Lee tight figero
White gold
With the X and O's
You putas betta know
Trina is a betta ho
Oh, you don't know?

[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]
Y'all betta quit fucking with me
I ain't got too much to lose
I got a lot to prove
So fuck motherfuckers and hoes
Gotta get the dough
Save it up till I pay my dues
Respect the rules

Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down
Think you can hold me down
Hoes ain't know me
Bet they ass know me now
Since I'm in Dolby now
Bitches, I play with 'em
And hoes, I lay with 'em
And women, I just kiss 'em
While unzipping they denims
And run up in 'em (what)
These bitches
They all the same
These bitches
They all for change
These bitches
Got game

[Chorus]
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
Broke bitches wanna know why I say that
If the going price is right and not too high
Goddammit, I'll pay that

I want two or three or four of 'em
So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em
See my hoes horny get my flow on
With dough you can't go wrong
I roll with killas, niggas that know
Always count the dough
Never to trust a ho
Thug niggas
That'll shoot yo ass
Excecute yo ass
My overtime niggas be grabbin it
My dogs on the bow ain't having it
Plus down south side niggas got AK's
'Cuz when you raise the dead you be savages

[Chorus]
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? Motherfucker!
Shut yo fucking face