Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who's Tha M.F. , by - Juvenile. Song from the album Solja Rags, in the genre R&BRelease date: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Who's Tha M.F. |
| Nigga just came home from jail look how he played me Kicked my door down took my shit an tied up my ol’lady |
| Now I’m just kick back broke poverty is still in my head hurtin |
| Cuz I know this nigga gotta be killed |
| My good side tellin me let’em slide cuz he aint worth bout my bad side |
| Tell me to kill’em cuz he deserve no mercy |
| Follow my bad side and put a feelin through healin |
| Any motherfucker seekin his business relentless |
| Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine |
| I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind |
| In the front door actin a donkey wit the .44 |
| Let a funky snatched the money handle business to momo |
| Tired of havin nothin wearin my brother’s clothes |
| Many times I got drove by niggas in front of hoes |
| You know how it be dogg you aint been ballin all your life |
| You was round dat bitch still dirty stealin bikes |
| Buildin escape mobile all fixin the grilled cheese |
| In the store breakin snaps crown derby a key |
| Chorus: Repeat-8x |
| Whos the motherfucker |
| I’m the motherfucker |
| You lil boys runnin wanna do somethin c’mon |
| I gotta somethin fo’lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma |
| Cuz I’m on a killa playa hata type boy you |
| Dont ask me none of that ??? |
| but I’ll take a lil of dat ??? |
| Step and I’ll cut your breath short like its bestis |
| Should’ve had your mama sayin lord mama child loved’em |
| They say I’m losin weight boy whats wrong wit you |
| I’m hungry and I’m broke now brake me off wit a bone or two |
| I know a, nigga should be good for that ha? |
| But all that nigga had tol’is I aint got it right now |
| Lil bitch you not my round you hoes lay it down |
| Lemme get dat out your potnas better me than them coppas |
| Fa sho yo’hoe, tried to crown me on the block |
| You probably would’ve got me put dat nine wouldn’t stop |
| A witness scored a bag cuz your boy tried to slam me Out chip ass sellin whammies busta wont see his family |
| I let dat nigga slide cuz I been in his shoes too |
| Like twenty-four-seven breath smellin like beaucoup |
| Chorus: Repeat-8x |
| Whos the motherfucker |
| I’m the motherfucker |
| I’m runnin wit dat gal thats after ??? |
| niggas wit six figgas |
| To get wit his sign us a ??? |
| wit no repayin |
| Now I’m in it lay wit’um it violate ten and fuck’em juv |
| Set up his to conduct an attitude |
| Look here |
| How many of you niggas ready to start big tymin |
| Look here |
| How many of you niggas wanna be ridin reclinin |
| Diamonds be shinin sippin on heinkens your mind was in a trans |
| Probably takin a chance to his baddest police |
| You kill in the peete and make a million a piece |
| And we’ll got off of the streets in there a house in the east |
| I know the answer is no so up into my dad |
| I’m screamin fuck yo’clangin the five doe |
| Look here |
| When I was young I didnt hardly know shit |
| Bigga ballin would get the medocore nigga noticed |
| So I approach like I was coached refuse in the gun |
| Gangs could be over come if you silence your tongue |
| My name went after choosen one threw out the slump |
| Sense of envy up in these other mennies brains I ??? |
| Chorus: Repeat-8x |
| Whos the motherfucker |
| I’m the motherfucker |