[Chorus: 2x] Mean mug niggas lookin and they hid from a smile But inside blood cookin, got a problem wit my style Click the click wit the clan, lames I don't understand If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
(Juicy J) These snitchin niggas claim we dealin Told the folks we pimpin women But a nigga ain't gone livin Locked up in a fed building All in my fuckin face All up on my fuckin case Im about to take some names Bodies gone get bucked and hanged Haters we ain't barrin you Yall done pressed the panic fuse Nigga we ain't been cool Never have I fucked wit you Neither do ya fuck wit me On yo deals, smoke yo trees Playa Ima make yo bleed For them Z's or them Ki's
(DJ Paul) Now all these niggas downin me is some bitches Mane I got models (Hoe) I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (Hoe) You smilin in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (Hoe) I steady hear ya claimin but you ain't from my hood (Hoe) The real BHZ niggas keepin they mouth shut (Bitch) Aint spreadin no rumors or droppin salt up on a thug (Bitch) Im knowin ya broke, but no excuses for actin like a kid Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin you ready for war dig
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(Gangsta Boo) Why you bitches got your mug on me Is it because I'm being me Tryna protect yo image, nigga bust if you ain't diggin me Bitch, I don't even like you mane, comin from lady gangsta mane Cut yo CD off,step right in to my location mane Memphis, Tennessee, BHZ, all up in my blood Shake ya load off, why ya yellin quote unquote a thug Nigga anyway, I don't dig niggas in denial Wit ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time Why you in my grill playa, get the fuck away from me hoe All my niggas be on blow, ready to snap you bitches throat Yall be lettin these tapes fool you like I am joke Watch me put you in a choke, never let you niggas go Trick ass Biotch, listen close, do you feel its you Do you feel its you, that I'm talkin to, what you gone do Come and wreck my shit, I got niggas wreckin shit I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a fuckin lick, Biotch!!!
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(La Chat) So you call yourself a gangsta mutherfucka you bitch La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta shit You talk alot of shit killa can you back it up though Them boys can't help you when I buck them hollow points at you hoe Now have you ever killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains Or have you cut the body up and fed your dog the remains See scandalous is how I'm labeled, cuz I ain't takin shit I be that bitch so quick to click, remove your face from your wig Now if you wanna fuck wit me I'll take you bitches to war Just leave ya place and address nigga, I'll be there at your door It ain't no need yo mammy beggin way too late for the kids I told you bitches from the jump, you shouldnt have did what you did So whats up killa, shit, whats up whats up, I thought you was tough Not tough enough, to drop on up, now I got that pump at your guts So if you got your mug on me I'm takin that as a threat La Chat gone ride down on you hoes and put that tec to ya neck, hoe