[Hook 2x]
Mean mug n***as 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, f** a song, grab ya steel
[Juicy J]
These snitchin n***as claim we dealin
Told the folks we pimpin women
But a n***a ain't gone livin
Locked up in a fed building
All in my f**in face
All up on my f**in 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
n***a we ain't been cool
Never have I f**ed wit you
Neither do ya f** 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 n***as downin me is some b**hes
Mane I got models (Ho)
I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (Ho)
You smilin in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (Ho)
I steady hear ya claimin but you ain't from my hood (Ho)
The real BHZ n***as keepin they mouth shut (b**h)
Ain't spreadin no rumors or droppin salt up on a thug (b**h)
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
[Hook 2x]
[Gangsta Boo]
Why you b**hes got your mug on me
Is it because I'm being me
Tryna protect yo image, n***a bust if you ain't diggin me
b**h, 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
n***a anyway, I don't dig n***as in denial
Wit ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time
Why you in my grill playa, get the f** away from me ho
All my n***as be on blow, ready to snap you b**hes throat
Yall be lettin these tapes fool you like I am joke
Watch me put you in a choke, never let you n***as go
Trick a** 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 sh**, I got n***as wreckin sh**
I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a f**in lick, Biotch!!!
Chorus 2x
La Chat:
So you call yourself a gangsta mutherf**a you b**h
La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta sh**
You talk alot of sh** k**a can you back it up though
Them boys can't help you when I buck them hollow points at you ho
Now have you ever k**ed a n***a, 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 sh**
I be that b**h so quick to click, remove your face from your wig
Now if you wanna f** wit me I'll take you b**hes to war
Just leave ya place and address n***a, I'll be there at your door
It ain't no need yo mammy beggin way too late for the kids
I told you b**hes from the jump, you shouldn't have did what you did
So whats up k**a, sh**, 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, ho
Chorus 2x