Three 6 Mafia - Weak Azz ***** Lyrics
Chorus x4When I say weak ass, you say *****Weak ass, *****, weak ass *****(juicy j)How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grillHaters talkin lots of shitBut they scared of the steelIf you want me come and get meCause Im real with this hereI aint scared of none of you hoesI aint never shead a tearIn yo hood bumpin ridin with a twelve case of beerAint no nigga make no movesGet you scared, shook your fearY2k hit the clockSo you know the endings nearOne call to them killas and you just might disappear(dj paul)Now nigga all in my face hollin real but real soft***** Im holdin up this glockBout to knock your block offYou a weak ass *****And your cd cover showWith your fake ass faceI been knowin ya so I know a sissy hoeYeah know this a triple six cityAll that mtv and bet got you feelin shittyJust the dick you used to be my dogUsed to be my niggaNow you fakeBut I stomp on you trick in the grassYou little snake *****Chorus x4(lord infamous)Uh, in the mood a *****ing crowdMake the speakers poundIf you niggas wildKnock these *****es outRumblin the groundTramplin niggas down]from the dirty southWhere the niggas like it loudWish ya hypnotizedInstagater ?Fire in my eyes sosate lucky frank whiteReady for the gunfightIf you wanna get highAint no simpathizeMake you sleep till its judgement night(la chat)Talk is cheapI hear you talking but you aint bout your bizzLa chat a mack aint got no time to play no games with a *****My mother*****in plastic gat we gonna rumblin shitThen they gon hitcha smitcha getcha so dont ***** with this shitI know you feelin when Im speakin and Im speakin to youWell hoe its true, who got the proof *****What you gon doI keep my mug cuz Im a thugI left the twink on my grillYou got some mannerNeed to show itShit you claim that your realChorus x4
