Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mafia Niggaz, artist - Juicy J. Album song Chronicles of the Juice Man, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.07.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Mafia Niggaz |
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit |
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee! |
(Nigga we don’t give a fuck 'cause we don’t fuck with’cha kind) |
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 |
Nigga what bitch? |
what ho? |
fucked 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 bitches talkin' shitt-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 bitch that love to shoot ya |
What ya talkin' bout boy? |
that hoe? |
That’s me, I breathe this set you bleed |
I’m a bitch that don’t start shit |
But killin' off all my enemies |
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' ova' |
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us |
Shouldn’t of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre shit |
Get’cha self dealt with', real motherfuckin' quick |
Nigga let’s do it, let’s pursue it if you got beef with' me |
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see |
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka’s |
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I’ll bury you motherfuckers |
This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim |
This shit 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 fuck, cause I don’t fuck with’cha kind |
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 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, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch into outer space |
Let’chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don’t play |
I gotta' 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 |
Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street |
Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed |
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can’t get with' me |
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn 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, that the hater pays a fee |
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy |
(Nigga we don’t give a fuck, cause we don’t fuck with’cha kind.) |
(We mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna fuck with' these hot ass |
niggas?) |