Mean Mug (feat. La Chat)

歌詞

(Project Pat) mean mug niggas lookin ana hid from a smile but inside blood cookin got a problem wit my style wit tha click wit tha klan lames I don't understand if you feel dat ya real fuck a song grab ya steel (Juicy J) theese snitching niggas claim we dealin told the folks we pimpin women but a nigga ain't gone live it locked up in a fed building All in my fuckin face All up on my fuckin case I'm about to take some names bodies gone get buck and hang Haters we ain't barin you 'cause ya'll done broke tha panic fuse nigga we ain't benn cool Never have I fucked wit you Neither do you fuck wit me On yo d's or smoke yo tree's Playa i'm make you bleed For them Z's or them Keys (D.J. Paul) Now all these nigga's downing me on some bitch's mane I got model's (hoe) I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (hoe) You smiling in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (hoe) I steady hear you claimin but you ain't from my hood (hoe) Da real BHZ niggas keepin mouth shut (bitch) A spreading no rumors, or droping salt off on a thug (bitch) I'm knowin you broke but no exscuses to be acting like a kid You never shot a gun so how you figga you ready for war dig chours 2x (La Chat) Yo yo why you bitches got yo mug on me, is it because i'm bein me Tryina protect yo image nigga bust if u ain't diggin me, bitch I don't even like you man comin from lady gangsta man Cut yo cd out step right into my location man Memphis Tennessee, bhc all up in my blood shake yo load off Why you yellin quote-un-quote a thug nigga anyway I don't dig on niggaz in denial Wit ya fake smile dirty nose lady know The time why you in my grill playa get the fuck away from me ho All my niggas be on blow ready ta snap you bitches throat Y'all be lettin these tapes, fool you like I am a joke watch me put you in a choke Neva let you niggas go, trick ass beotch, Listen close do you feel is you, do you feel is you That i'm talking to what you gon do come and wreck my shit I got niggas wreckin shit I got Georgia boys ready come up on the fuckin lick. chours 2x (La Chat) Hold up, hold up, so you call ya self a gangsta muthafucka, you bitch La Chat im out here on the town and I do some real gangsta shit You talk a lota shit killa can you back it up though Yo boys can't help you when I buck the hollow parts at you ho Now have you eva killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains Or have you cut the body up and fetch a dog the remains See scandalous this how I'm labeled, cuz I ain't takin shit I be dat bitch so quick to click remove yo face from yo wig Now if you wanna fuck wit me I'll take you bitches to war Just need yo place and address nigga I痩l be there at your door And ain't no need yo mamy beggin way to late fo the kids I told you bitch, I told you bitch, and you know you shouldn't have did what you did So what's up killa shit what's up what's up I thought you was tough, not though enough To jump on up now, I got that pump at yo guts So if you got yo mug on me, I'm takin that as a threat La Chat gon write down all you hoes and put dat tech to yo neck, ho. chours 2x