Juicy J - Fuk Columbia Records Lyrics

What Juicy say he be like?
Shut the f*ck up

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes (Mafia)
F*ck y'all hoes
F*ck y'all hoes
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes
F*ck y'all hoes

F*ck Columbia Records, tell them bitches count they days
Since I got all these chains they must think a nigga a slave
They want a nigga that own no masters
They want a nigga that call them master
Hell no, I ain't gon' go, Juicy ain't no ho
If I waited on Columbia, then I'd be out here broke
I sold albums, sold out tours but I never sold my soul
Nigga do all this f*ckin' grindin', hustlin', 24/7
Soon as my shit start bubblin' up, they want all the credit (f*ck y'all)
Record labels can eat a dick
They wanna sit back and get rich
You in a lake house in New Hampshire
What the f*ck you know 'bout a hit?
How I last this f*ckin' long, I stay solid to this day
They throw a contract in your face, want you to sign your life away
F*ck 'em

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes
F*ck y'all hoes (Mafia)
F*ck y'all hoes
F*ck y'all hoes
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all hoes
F*ck y'all hoes
F*ck 'em

Well it's not your game, you didn't make the rules
So everything comes hard
As long as you're signed to a contract
You're gonna take a minority share of the winnings
A select few of us will do well, the majority will not
So as a people, will be considered a minority
But let's stop and take a moment to look at yourself
There's nothing minor about you, you are a blessed people
You're the most talented on earth and you are still grateful
That is why upon winning in their game, you always thank God
Tonight, I would like to ask one favor of you
Imagine what it all would be like in our own game
Peace and love for one another