Mafia Niggaz - Juicy J feat Hypnotize Camp Posse

[Juicy J:]
Yea all these motherf_ckers out here talkin' that motherf_ckin' sh_t
Let me guess what you is my n_gga, seeeeee!

(N_gga we don't give a f_ck 'cause we don't f_ck 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]
N_gga what b_tch? what ho? f_cked 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 b_tches talkin' sh_tt-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 b_tch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a b_tch that don't start sh_t
But killin' off all my enemies

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Here I go again b_tch, loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies, b_tch now here I come
Ain't no f_ckin' with me, ain't no f_ckin' with some
Some of my n_ggas, b_tch we totin' guns
Lock and f_ckin' load up, b_tch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that f_ckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre sh_t
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherf_ckin' quick

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
N_gga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, n_gga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you s_cka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherf_ckers
This sh_t I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
This sh_t 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 f_ck, cause I don't f_ck 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 sh_t
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 n_ggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you b_tch 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 sh_t 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' b_tch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak f_cks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, f_ck 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 n_ggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn n_gga 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 n_gga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy

(N_gga we don't give a f_ck, cause we don't f_ck with'cha kind.) [x4]

(We mafia n_ggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna f_ck with' these hot ass n_ggas?) [x4]

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