Weak Azz Bitch

[Chorus: Project Pat]

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, Iain't never shead a tear

In your hood bumpin', ridin', with a twelve case of beer

Ain't no nigga make no moves, get you scared, shooked and feared

Y2K hit the clock, so you know the end is near

One call to them killers and you just might disappear

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

A nigga all in my face, hollerin' real, but real soft

Bitch, I'm holdin' up this Glock, 'bout to knock your block off

You're a weak ass bitch and your CD cover show

With your fake ass face, I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy ho

Yean 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: Project Pat]

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]

Uh, In the mood a fuckin' 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

Wish ya hypnotized, instigator?

Fire in my eyes, Sosa eight, lucky Frank White

Ready for the gunfight, if you wanna get high

Ain't no sympathize, make you sleep 'til it's judgment night

[Verse 4: La Chat]

Talk is cheap, I hear you talkin', but you ain't 'bout your biz

La Chat a Mack, ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch

My motherfuckin' plastic Gat, we gonna rumblin' shit

Then they gon' hit ya, smith ya, get ya, so don't fuck with this shit

I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you

Well, ho, 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 manner? Need to show it

Shit, you claim that your real

[Chorus: Project Pat]

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)