Lord Infamous - Weak Ass b**h lyrics

Chorus x4 When I say weak a**, you say b**h Weak a**, b*tch, Weak a** b*tch (Juicy "J") How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill Haters talkin' lots of sh** But they scared of the steel If you want me come and get me Cause I'm real with this here I ain't scared of none of you hoes I ain't never shead a tear In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer Ain't no n***a make no moves Get you scared, shook your fear Y2K hit the clock So you know the ending's near One call to them k**as and you just might disappear (DJ Paul) Now n***a all in my face hollin' real but real soft b**h I'm holdin' up this Glock Bout to knock your block off You a weak a** b**h And your CD cover show With your fake a** face I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy ho Yeah know this a triple six city All that MTV and BET got you feelin' sh**ty Just to think, you used to be my dog Used to be my n***a, now you fake But I stomp on you trick in the gra** You little snake b**h Chorus x4 (Lord Infamous) We came to move the f**ing crowd! Make the speakers pound If you n***as wild Knock these b**hes out Rumblin' the ground Tramplin' n***as down From the dirty South Where the n***as like it loud We should hypnotize Instigate a fight Fire in my eyes so say Lucky Frank White Ready for the gunfight If you wanna get high Ain't no sympathize Make you sleep till it's judgement night (La Chat) Talk is cheap I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a b**h My motherf**in' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' sh** Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't f** with this sh** I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you Well ho it's true, who got the proof b**h What you gon' do I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug I left the twink on my grill You got some manner Need to show it sh** you claim that your real Chorus x4