Lord Infamous - Mafia n***az lyrics

(Juicy J) Yea all these motherf**ers out here talkin' that motherf**in' sh** Let me guess what you is my n***a, seeeeee! (Repeat) (n***a we don't give a f** 'cause we dont f** wit'cha kind) (Verse 1, Juicy J) Once we drop, see you on the block We gon' open shop, wit' them thangs that they call them cops Click, click, click, click, POP! Don't you step, wit'cha weak a** self, yes I know you hard Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK! Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil' Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to k** And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel (Verse 2, La Chat) n***a what b**h? what ho? f**ed ya up Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya La Chat gon' have to do 'ya You b**hes talkin' sh**t-a I'ma have to bring it to ya I'm strapped up wit' them Rugers So slick, I'm known to fool ya Hollow tips is goin' through ya A b**h that love to shoot ya What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe? That's me, I breathe this set you bleed I'm a b**h that don't start sh** But k**in' off all my enemies (Verse 3, Crunchy Black) Here I go again b**h, loadin' up them guns Lookin' out for my enemies, b**h now here I come Ain't no f**in' with me, ain't no f**in' with some Some of my n***as, b**h we totin' guns Lock and f**in' load up, b**h we takin' ova' Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us Shouldn't of ran that f**in' lip, talkin' bout that Tre sh** Get'cha self dealt wit', real motherf**in' quick (Verse 4, Frayser Boy) n***a let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef wit' me Trigger molester, n***a test us, run up dogg you gon' see Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you s**a's I keep it co*ked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherf**ers This sh** I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim This sh** is real, don't need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em They comin' at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizin' yo mind I'm known to buck, don't give a f**, cause I don't f** wit'cha kind (Verse 5, DJ Paul) Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and thats be playin' 'round with some ho's Now its one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and thats be hangin' round' with some foe's I'm kickin yo' ho a** out this clique Soon as I see yo' a** ain't sh** Punch the clock out, get yo' Glock out, we can handle this I'm meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times You started war wit' the realest n***as, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you b**h into outer space Let'chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play (Verse 6, Lord Infamous) I gotta' do this sh** exactly like I have it planned I want you dead, I want you k**ed, yo' heart be stoppin' man I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' b**h clique how to do a crime I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak f**s for a long time That's consequences, reprocussions, f** wit' one of us Your d**h is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous (Verse 7, Juicy J) Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed All these sheisty coward n***as, they can't get wit' me Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn n***a please They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees I tell ya this my n***a, that the hater pays a fee You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy (n***a we don't give a f**, cause we don't f** wit'cha kind.) (Repeat 4X) (We mafia n***as, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna f** wit' these hot a** n***as?) (Repeat 4X)