Three 6 Mafia - Who da f** You Playin' Wit? lyrics

[Chorus:] Who da f** you playin' wit n***a get hard boy or get smacked like a b**h b**h get hard hoe or get whooped like a n***a [Lil Wyte] Oh sh** they done f**ed up unleashed the beast My lyrics flowin' with danger and without love for the streets I have to pay attention to everything that I say Because these punk a** f*ggots and b**hes take the sh** the wrong way So I'm gonna lay my cards out face up so you can see 'em Leave your bottom dollar on you cause that's all that you'll be needin Grip your glock, call your shots, grip your nuts, and call the cops When its anna I don't see that there is any reason to stop. [DJ Paul] You see I just got the pistol gripped AR-15 And its still shootin' f**in two-two three's From 200 yards I still got my enemies Hit your pine out, but make a b**h n***a bleed My Marty Griffin shootin five football fields .50 cal some [bleep] don't wanna feel With my Baretta CX-4 Rung your doorbell pop your a** through the door. [Chorus] [Juicy J] I done told you cowards I ain't goin' for this sh** That you talk on your mixtapes, he say-she say bullsh** Radio play n***as all on the air talkin about Hypnotize ain't treat him fair Check your contract and tell em where your funds at Ballin' out in ATL smokin weed and sippin' on dat cognac Ain't no b**h, b**h I'ma have to tell you Ain't no rap, ain't no n***a in a gang or a crew Goin' stop this Playa from gettin my cheese If I'm sellin' coke, ki's or chronic kinds of weed What'cha know about standin in a courthouse 'Bout to get judged by 12 white folks lights sent us out What'cha know about n***as in the hood ain't changed If you turn your back your main n***a put a bullet to your brain What'cha know about dissin' on the CD, that's old Cause I told you b**hes I goin no more [Chorus] [Crunchy Blac] If a b**h talk sh**, she can s** a n***a dick If a n***a wanna fight, he can bring the f**in sh** n***a know who I'm with, Triple-mothaf**in-6 You can think that I'm playin, but I ain't playin b**h I can give it to you slow, I can give to you quick If you b**hes want some more, then come and get it b**h Got a whole bunch of bullets, and I promise I'll spit em n***a know CB from the \"One Hitta Quitta.\" [Frayser Boy] Know some real, know some fake Got some love, got some hate Know some with it, know some cowards Some smoke weed, smoke snort powder Some ride Chevy's, some ride 'Lacs Some sell pill, some some crack Some them thieves, some them k**as Bay Area attack Ain't no biz if you want to k** Then make your f**in move Damages when I get ya n***a doin what I do Get my point across when I'm masked up and ride out Packed your bags, mashed the gas, best to best to hide out b**h