(DJ Paul)
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous a** b**hes!
Jealous a** b**hes!
Jea, Jea, jealous a** b**hes! jealous a** b**hes!
(Chorus - repeat 4X)
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho!
(DJ Paul)
My k**as and playas
We gotta hear the speak-up upon a certain subject tho
These n***as hatas so they talk sh** bout us to our hoes
They talk sh** tryna put salt in our peeing
These n***as being
Some hating b**hes but not seein
We goin after you enemies
Anger is all in me
Graspin another clip
Infared and feel these
Cross outs
Or get tossed out
On that pizzacks
Slammed to the pavement
For a fizz(JEALOUS!)
Never really cool wit me
Hoes ya gotta put em up
Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but b**h im
Bout some commas
Puttin them guns up
For ya lame
Take no charges for ya man
Toe to toe witcha hoe
No problem man we can swang bang b**h!
(ScareCrow)
Well I be damned
Its ScareCrow, and Gotti, Karlito, Montana and Hofa
We choppin off arms on these funky a** b**hes cuz
They ain't got sh** else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5'5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get opposed, the coffins are closed
Let's leave him down here by tha dock how they think they some coroners
But in a lil while you f** n***as gon' need some blood doners
We ridin through in the Elantra with Durg and he launchin
They dead on the corner we comin real loca
I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
They stayin real blowed on tha snow
Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can
The kind in the Franklin or in the drink stand
These n***as got faith and they straped like a crucifix
One of them nigs bout the purist christian
And n***as in mafia land do not give a damn bout how you petty our brands
We locced out on ? smokin that slow Calico fully load check yo collar
(Chorus) 2X
(Gangsta Boo)
A new beginnin money lendin n***as pimp by the Boo
They want me to smile but steady I frown
Ain't nothin but gangsta up in me fool
For what its worth im takin you b**hes main
n***as and dollars he's wine and dinin' his lady
So let that steam out yo collar
And face reallity
You can't compare when it come to Mrs. Boo
Can't be taking no losses from none of you project ho b**hes
I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
From the '96 to 2G, I'm lovin money not man
So why you playa hatin
Ho you need to dig what I peep
You wonderin why you ain't bail
Cuz you be f**in for free
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar
(Juicy J)
Back when I was broke
Didn't nobody wanna f** wit me
Hangin wit my n***a
D Magic in his property
Snipers gaurdin n***as
Wit them triggers
Slangin nuttin but fruit
Making junkies flip into a zone
Like they on that screw
Those was my idols
Dan and J. said stick to rap
Cuz if you die in that sh**
Ima get tha gat
3 years past and I finnaly got a f**in break
Three 6 Mafia Mystic Stylez
n***as start to hate
Fo i started makin cheese
Sellin tapes Underground
Players stay down
Now they frown when I come around
But im maintaining
Still drankin
Hatin I can't destroy
Every time I ride
All I hear is f** witcha boy
(Chorus) 2X
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous a** b**hes, let that steam out ya collar ho!