Juicy J - Who Da Buckest lyrics

[Juicy J] The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up We gonna f** the motherf**in clubs up The f**in Liquids, know what I'm sayin The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's! [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down [x2] [Juicy J] The first n***a wanna step Gonna meet his d**h First I hit the n***a wit a right, then I swing a left Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet Boy you gon respect Real playaz when it comes to that Knowin this ain't slavery but n***a we gon hang your neck How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat Shoot at your b**h a** like the k**a know you scared of that, scared of that Bring it on n***a to this motherf**in M-Town Click click boom then you feel your body fall down Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas Robbers, k**az, dope boyz, rapists Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya a** stankin Pimp slap ya a**, momma boy, fell the rugar So f**in sweet, I should probably call you sugar [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down [x2] [LaChat] Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a b**h Steady mobbin wit a mug Yeah this thug Startin sh** n***a what b**h, what? Get the f** up out my way Throwin bows, pushin hoes Lettin you know I'm in the place It's whateva, get it done Hope you cowards, got a gun I'm a ride until I die Makin b**hes out here run You can run if you wanna Where you run is where you die I'm a break me off a prada stick your a** in the eye It's Chat, you got beef All this animosity Look here mane, I'm a aim Shoot that thang For playin me You a k**a b**h n***a Never have you pulled a trigger You got hoe off in your blood When it rain, hoe you shiver Have you ever seen a b**h come through the door and take the floor Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe Breakin laws, f** the law Keep them b**hes out my business I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, b**h [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down [x2] [Frayser Boy] What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a f** bout what ya sayin Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin Frayser Boy, I'm comin through n***a who the f** is you? Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo a** til ya blue Throwin that Bay up in the air n***a I don't f**in care n***az practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do sh** but stare Mean muggin in the club and Bout to get yo a** drug and I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo a** down in public I'm the realest of the real Betta ask yo f**in peeps Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo a** till ya sleep Man this liqour got me geeked You won't see another wink I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat Take your a** up off ya feet Leave yo body with a leak Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach Better step away from reach Ass whoopin you gon see Have yo a** like decepticons hollarin retreat [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down [x2]