Juicy J Mafia Niggaz lyrics

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Mafia Niggaz by Juicy J Mafia Niggaz lyrics [Juicy J:] Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee! [Repeat] (Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with'cha kind) [Verse 1: Juicy J] Once we drop, see you on the block We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops Click, click, click, click, POP! Don't you step, with'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 [Verse 2: La Chat] 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'm a have to bring it to ya I'm strapped up with' 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 hoe? 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 with', real motherfuckin' quick [Verse 4: Frayser Boy] Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' 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 with'cha kind [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and that's be playin' 'round with some ho's Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and that's 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 with' 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 with' one of us Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous [Verse 7: Juicy J] 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 with' 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 with'cha kind.) [x4] (We mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna fuck with' these hot ass niggas?) [x4]


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