เนื้อเพลง Mafia N*ggaz - Juicy J

[Juicy J:]
Yea all these motherf*ckers out here talkin' that motherf*ckin' sh*t
Let me guess what you is my n*gga, seeeeee!

[Repeat]
(N*gga we don't give a f*ck 'cause we don't f*ck with'cha kind)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, with'cha 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'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, 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

[Verse 2: La Chat]
N*gga what b*tch? what ho? f*cked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You b*tches talkin' sh*tt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A b*tch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a b*tch that don't start sh*t
But killin' off all my enemies

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Here I go again b*tch, loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies, b*tch now here I come
Ain't no f*ckin' with me, ain't no f*ckin' with some
Some of my n*ggas, b*tch we totin' guns
Lock and f*ckin' load up, b*tch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that f*ckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre sh*t
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherf*ckin' quick

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
N*gga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, n*gga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you s*cka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherf*ckers
This sh*t I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
This sh*t is real, don't need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They comin' at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizin' yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a f*ck, cause I don't f*ck with'cha kind

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and that's be playin' 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and that's be hangin' round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo' ass ain't sh*t
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 n*ggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you b*tch into outer space
Let'chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play

[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
I gotta' do this sh*t 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' b*tch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak f*cks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, f*ck 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-good, and smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward n*ggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn n*gga 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 n*gga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy

(N*gga we don't give a f*ck, cause we don't f*ck with'cha kind.) [x4]

(We Mafia N*ggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna f*ck with' these hot ass n*ggas?) [x4]