50 Cent - Mean Mug lyrics

[Soulja Boy] My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker You talk sh** I will kick your door n***a I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon [50 cent] Ak47 got them dialing 9-11 I pull that trigger, you f** with my lil n***a I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, n***a's ain't playing [Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain A n***a talking all that sh** Y'all n***as cannot represent f**ing with the youngest k**er, youngest gorilla n***a Split ya I deal with ya [50 cent] Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n***a I won't tell ya twice b**h go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me These hoes they be all on me They can't help that they want me They want me back [Soulja Boy] I'm on another level, b**h you heard me say that do you Sod I never mentioned you cause you not worthy [50 cent] Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me b**h you not worthy [Soulja Boy - Chorus] Mean mug, n***a you gon mug who? Rob me? n***a we gon rob you Choppers on me, n***as we don't give a f** I'm in the club, n***a f** your mean mugs f** your mean mugs n***a f** your mean mug f** your mean mug n***a f** your mean mug f** your mean mug n***a f** your mean mug f** your mean mug n***a f** your mean mug [50 cent] When I'm trippin' I'm twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin' I'm iced out, b**h my neck and my ears drippin' I lost count all this paper I be gettin' [Soulja Boy] Any f**ing game n***a pa** me the ball And watch a n***a ball, I'm Gucci to the draws I'm money over all, I don't really give a f** Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up [50 cent] Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop From the balls to the top She must do this sh** a lot She's a freak she's a pro Got that paper it's a go Bring the Kush, bring the dro She might bless ya on the low [Soulja Boy] Man, that's why I pick you up off the ground If you make a f**ing sound Disrespect my f**ing crew b**h is you f**ing clown Get the f** back n***a We up in the club High as f**, talk sh** and you gon get dropped [Chorus:] [Outro:] Yeah, misery loves company n***a I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies [End]