Three 6 Mafia - Mean Mug (feat. La' Chat) lyrics

(Project Pat) mean mug n***as lookin ana hid from a smile but inside blood Cookin got a problem wit my style wit tha click wit tha klan lames I don't Understand if you feel dat ya real f** a song grab ya steel (Juicy J) Theese snitching n***as claim we dealin Told the folks we pimpin women But a n***a ain't gone live it Locked up in a fed building All in my f**in face All up on my f**in case I'm about to take some names Bodies gone get buck and hang Haters we ain't barin you 'cause ya'll done broke tha panic fuse n***a we ain't benn cool Never have I f**ed wit you Neither do you f** wit me On yo d's or smoke yo tree's Playa i'm make you bleed For them Z's or them Keys (D.J. Paul) Now all these n***a's downing me on some b**h's mane I got model's (hoe) I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (hoe) You smiling in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (hoe) I steady hear you claimin but you ain't from my hood (hoe) Da real BHZ n***as keepin mouth shut (b**h) A spreading no rumors, or droping salt off on a thug (b**h) I'm knowin you broke but no exscuses to be acting like a kid You never shot a gun so how you figga you ready for war dig Chours 2x (La Chat) Yo yo why you b**hes got yo mug on me, is it because i'm bein me Tryina protect yo image n***a bust if u ain't diggin me, b**h I don't even like you man comin from lady gangsta man Cut yo cd out step right into my location man Memphis Tennessee, bhc all up in my blood shake yo load off Why you yellin quote-un-quote a thug n***a anyway I don't dig on n***as in Denial Wit ya fake smile dirty nose lady know The time why you in my grill playa get the f** away from me ho All my n***as be on blow ready ta snap you b**hes throat Y'all be lettin these tapes, fool you like I am a joke watch me put you in a Choke Neva let you n***as go, trick a** beotch Listen close do you feel is you, do you feel is you That i'm talking to what you gon do come and wreck my sh** I got n***as wreckin sh** I got Georgia boys ready come up on the f**in lick Chours 2x (La Chat) Hold up, hold up, so you call ya self a gangsta muthaf**a, you b**h La Chat im out here on the town and I do some real gangsta sh** You talk a lota sh** k**a can you back it up though Yo boys can't help you when I buck the hollow parts at you ho Now have you eva k**ed a n***a, have you blew out his brains Or have you cut the body up and fetch a dog the remains See scandalous this how I'm labeled, cuz I ain't takin sh** I be dat b**h so quick to click remove yo face from yo wig Now if you wanna f** wit me I'll take you b**hes to war Just need yo place and address n***a I痩l be there at your door And ain't no need yo mamy beggin way to late fo the kids I told you b**h, I told you b**h, and you know you shouldn't have did what You did So what's up k**a sh** what's up what's up I thought you was tough, not though enough To jump on up now, I got that pump at yo guts So if you got yo mug on me, I'm takin that as a threat La Chat gon write down all you hoes and put dat tech to yo neck, ho Chours 2x