F..cking Up The Program Lyrics

Natas F..cking Up The Program

[Mastamind]
F..ck 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 f..cked 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 f..ck? Another ugly duck with no luck
Rest in peace, with no beef you got f..cked 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 f..ckin 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, f..ckin up your industry
Niggaz on my dick, but they ain't no f..ckin friend to me
Niggaz ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em
F..ck 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 f..ckin 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 f..ckin up, f..ckin up the program

[CHORUS]

[Esham]
F..ckin 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 f..ckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
I'm a f..ckin 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 f..ckin up the program