[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, sick
[Chorus: Frayser Boy, Juicy J, Frayser Boy & Juicy J]
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind (Yeah)
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind
(How you gon' diss some real players?)
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind (It's on)
[Verse 1: Juicy J & La Chat]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with them thangs that they call them yalks
Click, click, click, click, pop
Don't you step with your 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'
Told the hitman to get you, mane, 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 (What?)
[Verse 2: La Chat]
Nigga, what bitch? What ho? What's up? Huh, bitch?
Get up, throw it up, better duck, finna buck
'Cause I'm finna put this lead to ya (To ya)
La Chat gon' have to do ya (Do ya)
You bitches talkin' shit-ah (Shit-ah)
I'ma have to bring it to ya (To ya)
I'm strapped up with them Rugers (Rugers)
So slick, I'm known to fool ya (Fool ya)
Hollow tips is goin' through ya (Through ya)
A bitch that love to shoot ya (Shoot ya)
When you talkin' 'bout war
That ho, that's me, I breathe, I'll send, you bleed (Bleed)
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies (Bop, bop)
[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' over
Bust 'em in they shoulder, let 'em know they ho to us
Yeah, they run they fuckin' lip, talkin' 'bout that tratin' shit
Get yourself dealt with, real motherfuckin' quick
Fuckin' bitch
[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, dog, you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you suckers
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it, 'fore you end up a victim
This shit is real, don't meet the steal, 'cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They comin' at ya, this I bet ya, hypnotizin' yo' mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a fuck, 'cause I don't fuck with ya kind
Nigga
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now it's one thing I ain't gon' do, and thats be playin' 'round with some hoes
And it's one more thing I ain't gon' do, and thats be hangin' 'round with some foes
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, shootin' your place, blow you bitch into outer space
Let you know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play
[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
Well, let me tote my nine I 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-goody, smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mane, 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, theres a hater price, a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy
[Chorus: Frayser Boy]
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind
Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with your kind
[Outro: Frayser Boy]
We Mafia niggas, pullin' the triggers, do you wanna fuck with these hot-ass niggas?
We Mafia niggas, pullin' the triggers, do you wanna fuck with these hot-ass niggas?
We Mafia niggas, pullin' the triggers, do you wanna fuck with these hot-ass niggas?
We Mafia niggas, pullin' the triggers, do you wanna fuck with these hot-ass niggas?
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