Three 6 Mafia - Jealous Ass 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! [Hook - repeat 4X] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho! [Verse 1: DJ Paul] My k**as and playas We gotta hit the speaker up on 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 commers Puttin them guns up For ya lame Take no charges for ya man Toe to toe witcha ho No problem man we can swang bang b**h! [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Well I be damned It's Scarecrow and Gotti, Carlito, Montana and Hoffa We choppin off foes 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' Papa I can't get opposed, the coffins are closed Less evil down here by tha dock Cuz they think they some conors But in a lil while you f** n***as gone be some blood donors We ridin' through in the Elantra With the grenade launcher 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 blow on tha snow Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can The kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand These n***as got faith in they strap like a crucifix Run on there knees by the purest christian And n***as in mafia land do not give a damn After you pity our brands We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the Calico fully load, check yo collar [Hook] 2X [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] A nova gettin 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 winin' n dinin' his lady So let that steam out yo collar And face reality You can't compare when it come to misses 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 9-6 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 [Verse 4: Juicy J] Back when I was broke didn't nobody wanna f** wit me Hangin' with my n***a D-Magic in his property Cypress Garden n***as with them triggers Slangin' nothin' but fruit Making junkies flip into a zone like they on that screw Those was my idols, Dan and J. said stick to rap Cause if you die in that sh** I'mma get tha gat 3 years pa**ed and I finally got a f**in' break Three 6 Mafia, "Mystic Stylez", n***as start to hate 'fore I started makin' cheese, sellin tapes underground Playas stay down, now they frown when I come around But I'm maintaining still drankin' hatin' I can't destroy Every time I ride all I hear is "f** witcha boy!" [Hook] 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!