[Chorus x4]
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
[Juicy J]
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin` lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause I`m real with this here
I ain`t scared of none of you hoes
I ain`t never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin` ridin` with a twelve case of beer
Ain`t no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending`s near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
[DJ Paul]
Now nigga all in my face hollin` real but real soft
Bitch I`m holdin` up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin` ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin` shitty
Just to think, you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga, now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch
[Chorus x4]
[Lord Infamous]
Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin` the ground
Tramplin` niggas down
From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain`t no sympathize
Make you sleep till it`s judgment night
[La Chat]
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain`t bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain`t got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin` plastic gat we gonna rumblin` shit
Then they gon` hit`cha smit`cha get`cha so don`t fuck with this shit
I know you feelin` when I`m speakin` and I`m speakin` to you
Well hoe it`s true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon` do
I keep my mug cuz I`m a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real
[Chorus x4]
