This song is a remix to the original WC-The Streets.
It is for non-profit use only.
Lyrical Composition: Epic, UchieChaser
Recording Production: Epic
Epic Featuring UchieChaser- Fuck With Me(WC-The Streets Remix)
Verse 1 (Epic):
This is crazy how I drop a freestyle.
I leave all you rappers senile.
Loked out 51/50.
Busted up with holes now, if you see me son hit me.
Cuz' I'ma fight back.
The streets be like that.
I love it how you write whack.
Loked out Hispanic bangin' with a bright rag.
And I don't white rag, I blue rag.
Pressin' lyrics to this new crack.
So go ahead and get addicted.
Like a true Mexican I'ma press it different.
Put it over the top.
South Central reppin' for every soldier on the blocks.
On that L.A. livin'.
South Central operating without a gate way given.
I'm only on this pay day vision.
Get it good.
Cuz' I'ma keep reppin' wicked hood.
Criminals on a high pay.
As I press this anger to this white page.
Nah! I'm frustrated at a high rate!
Verse#2 (UchieChaser): No Lyrics Presented yet for this verse.
She says she loves me, but she always wants to leave.
If she loves me why won't she walk with me.
Talk to me. Crazy bitch I'll stomp you on this beat.
My anger is an issue but I don't like disputin'.
I hit the streets before I started writing music.
But I'm just writing on my experience.
Everybody's different, if I ever fade I wanna fulfil my dying wishes.
Put my love ones on a good ballet.
With money in their pockets and a good habit.
Cuz' I drench my life on a hustle even when the hood's active.
Blessed with good talent.
They say I can't flow cuz' I look passive.
Crystal had me dried out.
But my energy didn't die out.
I'm still the same crazy motherfucker except without a dry mouth.
Hospitalized, the devil's trying to take my soul but I ain't gonna die now.
I'm sufferin' from convulsions.
My rage is impulsive.
Stressed out, I can summarize my life's problems just touch my wrist veins and feel my heart pulsin'.
You motherfuckers think I'm soft cuz' I show respect when my heart's open.
Piss me off and it'll start closin'.
You don't know Epic.
Hood made cuz' my knockouts are so impressive.
Busted mouth, gushin' face, drippin' blood.
I started in this bitch spittin' love.
But everybody wants to get disrespectful since I've been quittin' drugs.
Recognize! I'm a wicked hood criminal with my knuckles rippin' gloves.