Project Pat - Shut Ya Mouth, b**h lyrics

(feat. H.C.P) Shut ya mouth shut ya mouth shut shut ya mouth b**h [8x] shut ya mouth [repeated til fade] [Chorus] Shut ya mouth b**h shut ya mouth b**h before a n***a hit yo a** in the mouth b**h Shut ya mouth b**h shut ya mouth b**h before a n***a hit yo a** in the mouth b**h Shut ya mouth b**h shut ya mouth b**h before a n***a hit yo a** in the mouth b**h Shut ya mouth b**h shut ya mouth b**h cuz you know it's going down in the south b**h [Project Pat] n***a down here on and you s**as mane but don't get crazy cuz you knows we keep the auto-mag you pushing daisy's never the false sh** I spit the facts cuz dogg I'm knowing I pull on ya b**h I'm riding phat that hoe is going we the trillest of the trilly trill you s**as muggin staying down about a milly mil this ghetto thuggin got me paid cowards running lipers they say I'm flossin hoe my name tasting like some sh**er went in your jaw and throw these bullets straight at'cha grill commits to walking from the scenary I keeps it real I do no talking just stupitity I let ya squeal you get the squaking up in yo yard with the wood dogg 38 barking see yo tounges and the root of evil thats in the bible dig and dirt there should be no sequel thats to your title rumors leakin out like a faucet stank like a burger with some onions or some hot gossip for that i murda [Chorus (4x)] [DJ Paul] See I'm the king of the M slash C.E.O of Memphis riding hundred thousand dollar cars and feeling so damn pimpish I'm the reason why you boys went back to your old style I'ma hit you were it hurt cuz Dj Paul so damn wild I know a bullsh** n***a that should of been born dead fake as a superman movie I put some led in his head bogus as counterfit money my police n***a did hunta dropping dimes is his hobby now I want his ho I hit [Juicy J] I used to ride with the illest straight k**a n***as D-boys rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture like if ya on ya last bag sprinkle little bit of weed in a blunt cuz a n***a had to stretch the figgas money don't grow on trees so we had to stack the cheese n***as out here phonie have ya spooked to slang the keys mane I'm like a diner thief asking n***as pa** the piece cowards out here hating on me check the hook this ain't a please f*ggot [Chorus (4x)] [Crunchy Blac] What's the buisness what's the buisness when ya see C.B it big buisness I don't wanna here no muthaf**in shiznet just get over there and get the sh** b**h n***as clapping and clapping n***as jamming you up I'ma let off some shots and scream in gats we trust ain't no f**ing with me ain't no f**ing with us and if ya f**ing with us we put ya body in dust [Frayser Boy] I got my glock in my hand I got my hand on my glock so if a n***a get wrong mane then a n***a get popped cuz mane I bet you gone drop dogg when I close down your shop so when you out in the public best hang around you a cop so you can have you some protection cuz mane the sh** get so hectic and when I come in yo present n***a you better respect it Frayser Boy I unload on one of you b**hes though no understanding when you try to play me like a little hoe fasho [Chorus (4x)]