Get The F. Out My Face

[Pre-Chorus] Green Sally up, Green Sally down Last done squat gotta tear the ground Old Miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan Green Sally up, Green Sally down Last done squat gotta tear the ground Old Miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan [Chorus: DJ Paul & Fiend] I said bitch (Yeah) Get the fuck out my face (What) Get the fuck out my face (Yeah, yeah) Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch (What) Get the fuck out my face (What) Get the fuck out my face (Yeah, yeah) Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch (Three Sizzle) Get the fuck out my face (What) Get the fuck out my face (Yeah) Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) (They ain't ready for us Paul) I said bitch (Juicy) Get the fuck out my face (Yeah, that junt over) Get the fuck out my face (What, what) Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) [Verse 1: Fiend] Live and react like, me and this mack right Since you've seen that I'm here, know what I'm at, right Only take for the cake or I leave you gushy And keep them bitches better yet take some mo' pussy Blah! Blah! Blah!, never get over lookie to rookie One slip and he soft while rappers sayin' he took me Can't have it like cats and they rag Trick or treatin' Hallo-Fiend with lil' gats in my bag Something 'bout me tryin' to get my mama off in that Jag Have me a hundred thousand acres, relatin' them bags I'm the truth and the real, but they all want the records I can't chill But like a bank, I break them bills My brother had me countin' a million cash for drill Cleanin' up wasn't no chore for real, I saw raw yay, swords, and steel Cars, Star Wars, and grills, had to pause and know I seen it with my paw was real [Chorus: DJ Paul & Juicy J] I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) [Bridge: &DJ Paul] Old miss (Yeah) Lucy's (dead and gone) Left me here (Yeah) to weep and moan [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I'm more than a murderer times two of that, dealer times two of that Pimp nigga, two of that, what they wanna do 'bout that? I grown from a family strong and they love to do wrong Pimps, whinos, and drug dealers all I known See I can tell the world the truth now 'Cause either time's been served, niggas died or dropped the charge now I remember the time back when Dunnigans ran the town with vest and drop-top Benz And they hated the Feds so sick 'Cause what you call ballin' now ain't nothin' to how they did shit But it's a new day, the Feds scared again, it's happenin' Fuckin' with us but we's just rappin' (Just rappin') They scared to face the fact we make our money off the music So what you caught me with a ball of blow, bitch, I use it I had the Ruger for protectin', but your ass wouldn't have seen it, if you hadn't been inspectin' my shit [Chorus: DJ Paul & Juicy J] I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) [Bridge: Juicy J/i>] I'ma tell y'all niggas what the ghetto in Memphis is full of Old miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan [Verse 3: Juicy J] GD's, Vice Lords, killers, drug dealers Nothin' but that hustlin' goin' on for the scrilla We supply the music for the niggas in the hood All the pimps and playas that'll smoke the lightest bud We the ones that rob you, have you runnin' out your shoes All through the town, see our picture on the news Fuck some karaoke, 'cause we talkin' with our slang Every time we in a group, they wanna say we gangs We love a shitty ho that can make her booty shake Ain't lookin' for no housewife, I'm at the Ebony and Lace We smile with them gold teeth, I'm walkin' with a limp Smokin' on them Newports, bumpin' Like A Pimp When all the ladies see me they be sayin', "Oh, it's him!" I'm at the Red Lobster, and I'm eatin' all the shrimp I'm livin' ghetto fab, ridin' Caddy with the dents Ain't messed up 'bout no carborator, I'm always stayin' lit [Chorus: DJ Paul & Juicy J] I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho) I said bitch Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)