Dj Paul - Mean Mug lyrics

[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