[Chorus: Juicy J]
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit, but they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me 'cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes, I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no nigga make no moves, get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock, so you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch, I'm holdin' up this Glock 'bout to knock your block off
You a weak-ass bitch and your CD cover show
With your fake ass face, I been knowin' ya, so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah, know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty
Just to think, you used to be my dog, used to be my nigga, now you fake
But I stomp on you, trick in the grass, you little snake, bitch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
We came to move the fucking crowd! Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild, knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground, tramplin' niggas down
From the dirty South, where the niggas like it loud
We should hypnotize, instigate a fight
Fire in my eyes, Soze, Lucky, Frank White
Ready for the gunfight, if you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize, make you sleep till it's judgment night
[Verse 4: La Chat]
Talk is cheap, I hear you talking, but you ain't 'bout your biz'
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
Mane, motherfuck it, pass the gat we gonna rumble and shit
Then they gon' hit 'cha, split 'cha, get 'cha, so don't fuck with this shit
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin', and I'm speakin' to you
Well, hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch, what you gon' do?
I keep my mug 'cause I'm a thug, I left the twink on my grill
You got some anna, need to show it, shit, you claim that you're real
[Chorus: Juicy J]
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
When I say "Weak-ass!", you say "Bitch!"
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch
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