Juicy J Mafia Niggaz song lyrics

Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit

Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!

(Nigga we don't give a fuck cause we dont fuck wit'cha kind)

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 ass 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 kill

And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel

Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel

Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked 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 bitches talkin' shitt-a

I'mma 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 bitch that love to shoot ya

What ya talkin' bout boy? that ho?

That's me, I breathe this set you bleed

I'm a bitch that don't start shit

But killin' off all my enemies

(Verse 3, Crunchy Black)

Here I go again bitch, loadin' up them guns

Lookin' out for my enemies, bitch now here I come

Ain't no fuckin' with me, ain't no fuckin' with some

Some of my niggas, bitch we totin' guns

Lock and fuckin' load up, bitch we takin' ova'

Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us

Shouldn't of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre shit

Get'cha self dealt wit', real motherfuckin' quick

(Verse 4, Frayser Boy)

Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef wit' me

Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see

Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka's

I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherfuckers

This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim

This shit 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 fuck, cause I don't fuck wit'cha kind

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 ass out this clique

Soon as I see yo' ass ain't shit

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 niggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind

Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch 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 shit exactly like I have it planned

I want you dead, I want you killed, 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' bitch clique how to do a crime

I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time

That's consequences, reprocussions, fuck wit' one of us

Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous

Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street

Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed

All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get wit' me

Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga 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 nigga, that the hater pays a fee

You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy

(Nigga we don't give a fuck, cause we don't fuck wit'cha kind.) (Repeat 4X)

(We mafia niggas, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna fuck wit' these hot ass niggas?) (Repeat 4X)