Three 6 Mafia - Jealous Azz b**h lyrics

(DJ Paul) Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous a** b**hes! Jealous a** b**hes! Jea, Jea, jealous a** b**hes! jealous a** b**hes! (Chorus - repeat 4X) Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho! (DJ Paul) My k**as and playas We gotta hear the speak-up upon a certain subject tho These n***as hatas so they talk sh** bout us to our hoes They talk sh** tryna put salt in our peeing These n***as being Some hating b**hes but not seein We goin after you enemies Anger is all in me Graspin another clip Infared and feel these Cross outs Or get tossed out On that pizzacks Slammed to the pavement For a fizz(JEALOUS!) Never really cool wit me Hoes ya gotta put em up Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but b**h im Bout some commas Puttin them guns up For ya lame Take no charges for ya man Toe to toe witcha hoe No problem man we can swang bang b**h! (ScareCrow) Well I be damned Its ScareCrow, and Gotti, Karlito, Montana and Hofa We choppin off arms on these funky a** b**hes cuz They ain't got sh** else to offer, Baraka I'm only 5'5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa I can't get opposed, the coffins are closed Let's leave him down here by tha dock how they think they some coroners But in a lil while you f** n***as gon' need some blood doners We ridin through in the Elantra with Durg and he launchin They dead on the corner we comin real loca I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca They stayin real blowed on tha snow Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can The kind in the Franklin or in the drink stand These n***as got faith and they straped like a crucifix One of them nigs bout the purist christian And n***as in mafia land do not give a damn bout how you petty our brands We locced out on ? smokin that slow Calico fully load check yo collar (Chorus) 2X (Gangsta Boo) A new beginnin money lendin n***as pimp by the Boo They want me to smile but steady I frown Ain't nothin but gangsta up in me fool For what its worth im takin you b**hes main n***as and dollars he's wine and dinin' his lady So let that steam out yo collar And face reallity You can't compare when it come to Mrs. Boo Can't be taking no losses from none of you project ho b**hes I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can From the '96 to 2G, I'm lovin money not man So why you playa hatin Ho you need to dig what I peep You wonderin why you ain't bail Cuz you be f**in for free So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar (Juicy J) Back when I was broke Didn't nobody wanna f** wit me Hangin wit my n***a D Magic in his property Snipers gaurdin n***as Wit them triggers Slangin nuttin but fruit Making junkies flip into a zone Like they on that screw Those was my idols Dan and J. said stick to rap Cuz if you die in that sh** Ima get tha gat 3 years past and I finnaly got a f**in break Three 6 Mafia Mystic Stylez n***as start to hate Fo i started makin cheese Sellin tapes Underground Players stay down Now they frown when I come around But im maintaining Still drankin Hatin I can't destroy Every time I ride All I hear is f** witcha boy (Chorus) 2X Draped up and dripped out Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho Draped up and dripped out Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho!