mafia niggaz

Juicy J

Yea all these motherfuckers out here
talkin that motherfuckin shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, see!
(Nigga we don t give a fuck
cause we don t fuck with cha kind)

Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon open shop, with them thangs
That they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, pop!
Don t you step, with cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard

Three 6 mafia got this memphis, ten
On the, the, the, the lock!
Say you real, I can t tell you real, I ll put down a mil
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin steel
Buckin hollows for yo chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel

Nigga what bitch? What ho? Fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, finna buck
Cause I m, finna put this lead to ya
La chat gon have to do ya
You bitches talkin shitt-a
I m a have to bring it to ya
I m strapped up with them rugers

So slick, I m known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin bout boy? That hoe?
That s me, I breathe this set you bleed
I m a bitch that don t start shit
But killin off all my enemies

Here I go again bitch, loadin up them guns
Lookin out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
Ain t no fuckin with me, ain t no fuckin with some
Some of my niggas, bitch we totin guns
Lock and fuckin load up, bitch we takin ova
Bust him in his shoulda , let em know they ho to us
Shouldn t of ran that fuckin lip, talkin bout that tre shit
Get cha self dealt with , real motherfuckin quick

Nigga let s do it, let s pursue it if you got beef with me
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon see
Reppin that bay, carry that k
and will let loose on you sucka s
I keep it cocked, you will get shot
I ll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it
fo you end up a victim
This shit is real, don t need to steal
cause these bullets, I sent em
They comin at cha, this I bet cha, hypnotizin yo mind
I m known to buck, don t give a fuck
cause I don t fuck with cha kind

Now it s one thing I ain t gon do, and
That s be playin round with some ho s
Now it s one mo thing I ain t gon do
And that s be hangin round with some foe s
I m kickin yo ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo ass ain t shit

Punch the clock out, get yo glock out, we can handle this
I m meaner than yo regular but try to keep it cool at times
You started war with the realest niggas
But now I m bout to change yo mind
Change yo face, shoot at yo place
Blow you bitch into outer space
Let chu know that t-r-I-p-l-e-s-I-x don t play

I gotta do this shit exactly like I have it planned
I want you dead, I want you killed, yo heart be stoppin man
I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
And put yo family in body bags and drag em in my van
I m gonna teach yo weak lil bitch clique how to do a crime
I m gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
That s consequences, reprocussions, fuck with one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the infamous

Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin down the street
Choppin up that goody-good, and smokin hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can t get with me
Talkin bout they pimpin , slangin , mayn nigga please
They mad because that juicy j be on they tele-v

And have they baby mama hollerin , cryin on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp juicy
(Nigga we don t give a fuck
cause we don t fuck with cha kind)
(We mafia niggaz, pullin da triggas, do you
Wanna fuck with these hot ass niggas?)