[Chorus]
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
These snitchin' niggas claim we dealin', told the folks we pimpin', women
But a nigga ain't gon' livin', locked up in a fed buildin'
All in my fuckin' face, all up on my fuckin' case
I'm about to take some names, bodies gon' get bucked and hanged
Haters we ain't barrin' you, y'all done pressed the panic fuse
Nigga, we ain't been cool, never have I fucked with you
Neither do ya fuck with me on yo' deals, smoke yo' trees
Playa, I'ma make yo' bleed for them Zs or them Kis
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Now all these niggas downin' me is some bitches, mayne, I got models (Hoe)
I blow all of yo' insides up out you and make you hollow (Hoe)
You smilin' in my face but I'm knowin', yo' grin ain't good (Hoe)
I steady hear ya claimin' but you ain't from my hood (Hoe)
The real BHZ niggas keepin' they mouth shut (Bitch)
Ain't spreadin' no rumors or droppin' salt up on a thug (Bitch)
I'm knowin' ya broke, but no excuses for actin' like a kid
Never shot a gun, so, how you thinkin' you ready for war dig
[Chorus]
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
Why you bitches got your mug on me? Is it because I'm bein' me
Tryna protect yo' image, nigga bust if you ain't diggin' me
Bitch, I don't even like you, mayne, comin' from lady gangsta, mayne
Cut yo' CD off, step right in to my location, mayne
Memphis, Tennessee, BHZ, all up in my blood
Shake ya load off, why ya yellin' quote unquote a thug?
Nigga anyway, I don't dig niggas in denial
Wit ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time
Why you in my grill playa? Get the fuck away from me, hoe
All my niggas be on blow, ready to snap you bitches throat
Y'all be lettin' these tapes fool you like I am joke
Watch me put you in a choke, never let you niggas go
Trick ass, biotch, listen close, do you feel it's you
Do you feel it's you, that I'm talkin' to, what you gon' do?
Come and wreck my shit, I got niggas wreckin' shit
I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a fuckin' lick, biotch!
[Chorus]
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
[Verse 4: La Chat]
So you call yourself a gangsta mutherfucka, you bitch
La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta shit
You talk alotta shit killa can you back it up though
Them boys can't help you when I buck them hollow points at you, hoe
Now have you ever killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains
Or have you cut the body up and fed your dog the remains
See scandalous is how I'm labeled, 'cause I ain't takin' shit
I be that bitch so quick to click, remove your face from your wig
Now if you wanna fuck with me I'll take you bitches to war
Just leave ya place and address nigga, I'll be there at your door
It ain't no need yo' mammy beggin' way too late for the kids
I told you bitches from the jump, you shouldn't have did what you did
So what's up killa, shit, what's up, what's up, I thought you was tough
Not tough enough, to drop on up, now I got that pump at your guts
So if you got your mug on me, I'm takin' that as a threat
La Chat gone ride down on you hoes and put that TEC to ya neck, hoe
[Chorus]
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin', anna hidin' from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem with my style
Click the click with the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real
Fuck a song, grab ya steel
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