Triple Six Mafia, "Mista Dj Paul, Juicy "Low Down" J & Gangsta Boo -
Club Memphis - Underground Volume 2
F**k That Nigga
Hey, what's up with that nigga who crossed you out
That trick ass nigga that crossed me out?
Mane, fuck that nigga, mane
Man, we can go kick this right now
What's up, man?
Yeah, get this bitch
Fuck that nigga
Fuck that nigga
Fuck that nigga
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one mothafuckin' thing understood
In my hood, a couple of you niggas tried to sell out, tell out
Now you gonna make me take my scope out
And when I do that, I'mma aim then buck ya
Smilin' in my face, aw, mane, I'mma bust a
Cap in yo' ass, that's for fuckin' with me, nigga
I know that you a ho, and now I heard you claimin' killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put the pistol in your face, and let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so, you better not try it
I'm goin' out, ho, like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised, and I got you in focus
Put you in a daze, all you punk ass jokers
I hope this, lesson, mothafuckas, gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs, and they all wanna meet you
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck you, nigga, and you know just who I'm talkin' about
Livin' on that other side, and you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my hog when it comes to stayin' down
Used to be my road dog, now, you just another clown
Hangin' 'round you was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real nigga, but you was another fake
Busta, musta wanna be thugster
I'mma label you as a dead mothafucka
Fuckin' with a nigga like Pat, you can die, ho
When I come out with the gat, I'mma try, ho
All of my might, just to put you six under
Lookin' for a fight, I'mma break out with the thunder
Sound of a Glock .38, what you gonna do
Last sound that you hear (Fuck you)
Mark ass niggas frontin' like they gonna blast
Gon' make a nigga like me run up to yo' ass
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
That trick ass nigga that crossed me out?
Mane, fuck that nigga, mane
Man, we can go kick this right now
What's up, man?
Yeah, get this bitch
Fuck that nigga
Fuck that nigga
Fuck that nigga
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one mothafuckin' thing understood
In my hood, a couple of you niggas tried to sell out, tell out
Now you gonna make me take my scope out
And when I do that, I'mma aim then buck ya
Smilin' in my face, aw, mane, I'mma bust a
Cap in yo' ass, that's for fuckin' with me, nigga
I know that you a ho, and now I heard you claimin' killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put the pistol in your face, and let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so, you better not try it
I'm goin' out, ho, like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised, and I got you in focus
Put you in a daze, all you punk ass jokers
I hope this, lesson, mothafuckas, gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs, and they all wanna meet you
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck you, nigga, and you know just who I'm talkin' about
Livin' on that other side, and you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my hog when it comes to stayin' down
Used to be my road dog, now, you just another clown
Hangin' 'round you was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real nigga, but you was another fake
Busta, musta wanna be thugster
I'mma label you as a dead mothafucka
Fuckin' with a nigga like Pat, you can die, ho
When I come out with the gat, I'mma try, ho
All of my might, just to put you six under
Lookin' for a fight, I'mma break out with the thunder
Sound of a Glock .38, what you gonna do
Last sound that you hear (Fuck you)
Mark ass niggas frontin' like they gonna blast
Gon' make a nigga like me run up to yo' ass
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, bang, fuck that shit
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Bang, bang, b-bang, fuck that shit
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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