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Juicy J
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna fk the motherfkin clubs up
The fkin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
Chorus: Project Pat
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My , my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
Juicy J
The first nigg* wanna step
Gonna meet his death
First I hit the nigg* wit a right, then I swing a left
Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath
Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he blood wet
Boy you gon respect
Real playaz when it comes to that
Knowin this ain't slavery but nigg* we gon hang your neck
How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat
Shoot at your b*tch as* like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that
Bring it on nigg* to this motherfkin M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
Robbers, killaz, dope boyz, r*pists
Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance
Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya as* stankin
Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar
So fkin sweet, I should probably call you sugar
Chorus: Project Pat
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My , my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
LaChat
Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a b*tch
Steady mobbin wit a mug
Yeah this thug
Startin s**t
nigg* what b*tch, what?
Get the fk up out my way
Throwin bows, pushin hoes
Lettin you know I'm in the place
It's whateva, get it done
Hope you cowards, got a gun
I'm a ride until I die
Makin girls out here run
You can run if you wanna
Where you run is where you die
I'm a break me off a prada stick your as* in the eye
It's Chat, you got beef
All this animosity
Look here mane, I'm a aim
Shoot that thang
For playin me
You a killa
b*tch nigg*
Never have you pulled a trigger
You got hoe off in your blood
When it rain, hoe you shiver
Have you ever seen a b*tch come through the door and take the floor
Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe
Breakin laws, fk the law
Keep them girls out my business
I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, b*tch
Chorus: Project Pat
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My , my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
Frayser Boy
What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a fk bout what ya sayin
Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
Frayser Boy, I'm comin through
nigg* who the fk is you?
Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo as* til ya blue
Throwin that Bay up in the air
nigg* I don't fkin care
practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do s**t but stare
Mean muggin in the club and
Bout to get yo as* drug and
I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo as* down in public
I'm the realest of the real
Betta ask yo fkin peeps
Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo as* till ya sleep
Man this liqour got me geeked
You won't see another wink
I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
Take your as* up off ya feet
Leave yo body with a leak
Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach
Better step away from reach
Ass whoopin you gon see
Have yo as* like decepticons hollarin retreat
Chorus: Project Pat
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My , my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
