NATAS - Fucking Up The Program lyrics

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[Mastamind]

Fuck the dumb shit, this is what I come with

Who wanna ride along wit me as I run shit?

Hoes play the back and get mack slapped

Niggaz better know the fact that I'm strapped

And I ain't havin that

Don't temper with a maniac, cause he's zany, that's you for the kill

Drop, duck, and kneel and get fucked if you will

In Detroit, I'm like a devil in hell

Chillin' in the streets givin these fools the creeps

Now it's time to roll down the Ave. with me

Jump, joke and laugh with me, nigga I ain't happy

You in my face, get out or get knocked out

Pick up the album if you wanna know what I'm about

Mastamind, demonic motherfucker

The games master's in the bitch, playin these fools like suckas

What the fuck? Another ugly duck with no luck

Rest in peace, with no beef you got fucked like a slut

Young punk, you ain't shit, kill you in the chalk

Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk

Now they after me for my blasphamy

But damn, I am what I am nigga, I'm fuckin up the program

[CHORUS]

"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"

"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"

"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"

"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"

[TNT]

Motherfuckin up the program, fuckin up your industry

Niggaz on my dick, but they ain't no fuckin friend to me

Niggaz ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em

Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her

Boom, boom, boom, on that ass till ya drop kid

Killa killa cop, cause I want that fuckin cop killed

Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb?

Why does he roll with Mastamind and Esham?

Blood's on my hands, I think I killed a man, damn

Wasn't in the plan I ran, cause I'm fuckin up, fuckin up the program

[CHORUS]

[Esham]

Fuckin up the program call me the Son of Sam

The unholy black devil nigga, that's who I am

When I speak this blasphamy, blasphamy's what I'm speakin

My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken

My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide

I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6

Here comes the voodoo child to crucifix the mix

I fuckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya

I'm a fuckin head banga

So tell me why you fear what you hear

Mr. Kill the fetus is back, black I told you last year

Murder me man, shit God damn you better murder murder me man

Cause I'm fuckin up the program