Juicy J - Knock Tha Black Off Yo Ass lyrics

[Hook x2] It ain't no b**h in my blood n***a its nothing but thug [2x] I'lll knock tha black off yo a** [4x] [Project Pat] ({North North} repeated throughout verse) The main n***a on the block where it's hot talking sh** A be the main motherf**er somewhere dead in a ditch Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head Was he scared then hit the man cause of what he said Copastead I be copastatic means I'm to the good Copper lead in my automatic when I'm in your 'hood Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers Hollywood North Memphis dog motherf** the laws Kept it real from the jump street still lookin' up to me Out your grill bustin' wit' the heat off of the concrete Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold Guy's will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes Check 'em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab You gon' hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad Doin' bad but I'm not for long my n***a it's on When I shoot with this f**in' tone you is gon' be gone [Hook 2x] [Juicy J] ({North North} Repeated throughtout verse) (Mm-hmm) 10 g's will get your a** blown off Have your mama boohooin' and your daddy and your mother in law (mm-hmm) 20 g's will get your a** chopped up Like some rendevue barbecue tips we don't give a f** (mm-hmm) 30 g's will get you thrown in a river Splittin' wit' your n***a he'd probably ride wit' us (mm-hmm) 50 g's will get you cold taken out n***as mention your name they say "Man we don't know what you talkin' 'bout" (mm-hmm) You can get your a** pistolwhipped with a nine or a .45 or a henny fifth We fight dirty till we die n***a get your throat slit Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw you off a cliff We don't give a f** [Hook 2x] [Crunchy Black] You can talk about this you can talk about that But if I catch you talkin' I'mma beat you wit' a bat Do you something wrong n***a how you like that I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat Peepin' my goods try'na see my stash But if I catch you peepin' n***a that's your a** You the type of n***a that'll keep coming back So I'mma gon' k** you leave you dead where you at [DJ Paul] I think they better call Bush cause it's a national disaster When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster Ring the alarm I got double drums 100 round spitta' you can't hide you can't run I'm a sniper ridin' in a blue Chevy A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain't ready k** a b**h like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights(Blaoow!) [Hook 2x]