Taj Tilghman - Just a b**h lyrics

(feat. Chyna, Too $hort) (Chorus 2:) You little punk motherf**er do yo thang You b**h a** n***as won't do a thang So shut the f** up and peep some game from me (Chorus:) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch) BI-ITCH (bi-itch) Punk a** BI-ITCH(bi-itch) n***a you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch) Punk a** BI-ITCH(bi-itch) (Hook:) YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH! Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up Got damn it motherf**er get yo hands up (repeat 2x) Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up Got damn it motherf**er throw yo click up (repeat 2x) Well what you looking at, n***a what you looking at n***a what you looking at, n***a what you looking at (repeat 2x) Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do Got damn it f** n***a what yo wanna do (repeat 1x) Now what you wanna do (you scared) (repeat 2x) Well n***a fu*k YOU, fu*k YOU, fu*k YOU, fu*k YOU! (Chorus:) BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) f** a** BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) n***a you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk a** BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) (Verse 1: Too $hort) Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine Its bout time somebody checked you you b**h a** punk I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth Real n***as bring out the ho in you Us pimp n***as get it down hoe The chin checker all you do is play the role n***a You just a actor, won't let a b**h breathe If she wanted to yawn She just a weak motherf**er so insecure How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out? Everytime you get mad you tell her get the f** out Put I told that her, I said its cool Get at me Come by the house and get nasty I spit the real game I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name I told her call me daddy Trick n***a if ya tell me you a player youse a liar Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly... (Chorus:) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) f** a** BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk motherf**ing BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) n***a you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk a** BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) (Verse 2: Chyna) Pump, pump, pump, pump Let no shots Double Glock Glock n***a pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout n***as living lowless, n***as labeled heartless Gone see who life the shortest Regardless this whole world to me is garabage Trying to reap my harvest I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin And still trying to find my calling, and make a change Look into my eyes, all you see is pain Look up in the sky all I see is rain Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey But look I got K-9 bloodlines With P-9's and semiautos And guaranteed tomorrow 9th ward my burrow I represent the scum's Ate the crumbs Now I'm reaching for a new height Nothing but love and we crew tight Craving renew sight Hussle for food tight Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH Chyna White (Chorus:) BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk a** BI-ITCH!(bi-itch) n***a you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) f** a** BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) n***a you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) (Chorus 2:) You little punk motherf**er do ya thang You b**h a** n***as won't do a thang So shut the f** up and peep some game from me Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame Cause you and yo group won't do a thang The sh*t that you talking sounds the same to me BI-ITCH!! (echoes)