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"2-Way Freak"
(feat. La Chat)

"2-Way Freak"
(feat. La Chat)



[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way shit
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[DJ Paul]
Now don't you really hate
when somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
that you aint given them the number two
She just a groupie ass
That's all up on your grind
Bustin characters
puttin shit like you was on my mind
Im hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You wasten yo time
And plus the scats out to fuckin
House of don't be wasten mine
And especially ones
with the pages that be unlimited
Dat do you wrong
cause they deal
gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like god damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this nigga bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this Motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this bitch
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He don't know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[Juicy 'J']
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's
And I love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said I wanna fuck
a two way freak
Her name is Rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then I gotta beep from my freak
Named Minnie mouse
They call her Minnie mouse
She live a couple trees
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit she'll squeak

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[La Chat]
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty want some boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You don't have to pay thus
I aint got no time for no
watchu doin unless its just
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
It's my baby daddy
tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog that's a NO, NO
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin threw my two way
Its like scrollin threw my cash flow
Look jack
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Don't know how to act
Gotta two way on yo colar
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
You'll be dat dude
Dat'll make me
Throw my junk into the wall
How you get yo business
Some times its for playas yo
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure daddies worth a hit
Or you when like you responded
I don't mess with two-way tricks

[(HOOK) 1X MUSIC FADES]
 
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"3-6 In The Morning"

"3-6 In The Morning"


[lord infamous]
6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
Quickly thugged out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the chevy
Then i race
Popped in the deck
A motherfuckin' three 6 mafia tape
I'm crunked off the bump
Pumpin' through my backseat
Speedin' hit the weed
Though the end of the streets of memphis, tennesee
Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot
Tatooes on my neck and a hot 40 glock
They got the hunt out for the infamous nigga
Call me scarecrow
Used to slangin' man, but i don't do that no more
I'm feelin' like i'm the most wanted
Every cop is an opponent
In the dash
On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
And i'm real
Man i got to get the fuck out of here

I had to ditch the chevy
Callin' my mafia niggas to scooped me up
The blocks are crawlin' with cops
I can't go down, them slugs bust
I'm runnin' through yards and shit
Tryin' to dodge them tricks
A movin' target
I spotted my nigga out there
On the real, gonna rde with out no flodgin'
He didn't hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town
I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down
I got a lay low cool (??) before i get back in it
Anti-peace and po-police
I beat them with glocks back to the street
I can't get caught, cause the new law say in it "ain't no deals"
I would decease these devil police, therefore i do twenty years
Every nigga aint real they drop a dime to papers
I gotta pull a quick capa before i catch the vapors

12 a-m the next day
Gotta bank the seas
Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys
Down to my nigga
Got the passport to get my overseas
Under the palm trees
But you know me a quarter key
But my plan was injured
The silent alarm was triggered
I heard a cop say come out with fuckin' hands up
Nigga now i got to show my prophet da posseness
My only way out was to take me some hostages
They keep on askin' me over and over for demands
I told them back up
Or she got brains on her pants
The gun was to her head, i told them don't make me shoot
But little did i know they had a sniper on the roof
 
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"44 Killers"

"44 Killers"


[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fucking shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a bitch)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off

[Juicy J]
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers

[Crunchy Black]
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four

[Lord Infamous]
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em

[DJ Paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(What's up nigga?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards)
 
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"Act Like You Know Me"

"Act Like You Know Me"


[Chorus: Three 6 Mafia]

There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out [4X]
There's some cowards in the South, If you see em point em out [4X]

[Juicy J]
Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts
Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki
Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen
Act like you know me, when you see the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
Act like you know me, rock for rock the record business man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is all we smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dope
Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo' hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, point'n in yo face a fuckin tone

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal - chrome desert eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I'm from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness

[Lord Infamous]
Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords

[Crunchy Black]
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT

[Gangsta Boo]
Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with my fuckin clique
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I'm block'n cruis'n who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BHZ
Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever nigga
Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga
 
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"All Or Nothin"

"All Or Nothin"


[Lord Infamous]
Gotta have a big back
Bank account not pitty amounts
Bud by the pound
Smoke a mothafuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib
All digital studio
And some down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
They bitches with a punch bowl of weed
I call it bud in bed
On the spread
Plenty cash
Dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydrolix
Liqour cause I'm alcoholic
No college for my knowlege
Cause I knew how to make profits
Don't like expensive clothes
Just the gangsta aparrel
Grab my route foul
As I walk down the threshold
Black as a shadow
Smoke loc vehicle
Hit Triple 6 up on my motorola portable
Keepin' it key low pro flow
In the studio
Part time jiggalo
Rock a show to make some dough
Lord Infamous
Mafios a gangsta pimp playa
Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear
600 acre marajuana field in my backyard
Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair
Playa cause a room
Full of mothafuckin' bombs and artillery
All fuckin' century I need

[Chorus]
Plenty money and dope
Alot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
I want it all or nothin'

[Juicy "J"]
Back in the days I was broke
No joke
Fucked up in town
No g's no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school
On the bike trail
Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably make me bail
Lil' ??? was the niggas I used to hang with
Andre and Big Trese
North Memphis bound bitch
Hangin' on Evergreen corners
Holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by
Sayin dirty bitch wassup
But they wasn't goin'
Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam
A mean four way
With the grain wood his ass in
95.0 chevy thang with the vogues
But I used to catch the bus
and lounge and the china store
I just couldn't wait
Tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy "J" AKA The Juice I want it on my tape
Sell and make money
So the niggas in my hood'll know
Any one wanna ride I'll be singin' this chorus

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
In the 9-5
I decided fuck this underground tape shit
Stack some cheese
So quit puts on my disses
Tryin' to break bitch
Kinda quick kinda fast
To a bigger studio
Bullshit producers tryin' to fuck me up my asshole
Tradin' ass niggas sayin' they do
Just enough for me
If you ain't for real
Then keep it to yourself
Cause see I ain't got time
plus aint in a mood for playin no fuckin games
you cross me somethin and I dont get it
I gotta lay it down
But I ain't and I'm not nigga
I gotta make more than I did in the 9
For whatever it takes it wont be easy
Cause in they never why
In dough it better stay like this
Or get greater
Cause if a nigga fuck me now
I promise he pay for it later
That's why I beat you to my game
And I learned the business
Cause you will straight be missin'
Without a witness
I want a pound of weed
And a candy face in the den
A bank account readin' a mill
And a 95 Benz

[Chorus]
 
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"Anyone Out There"

"Anyone Out There"


[Lord Infamous]
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against god and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum
Some few years have passed, I'm an adult I feel better now
But no matter, I tell them that I know they'll never let me out
I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head
I hate psycho-therapists, I walk amongst walking dead
Everyday, yes every-single day, peepin' ways to escape
I got to find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way
I'm pulling hair up out my freakin' head yo
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold
I wanna go psycho and kick this mother fuckin' force but
In a padded room I know I'll never get up out this hole
I'm pacin' back and forth across this room
I gotta think of something, man I got to make a move
The day I killed my fuckin' family in a week or two
I got to get up back out there I wanna do it again fool
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man
I told him "if you help me out I'd put a lot of papes in your hand
I stashed a lot of dough in dirt before a nigga left it
If you help me out when I get out I'll give you half on that deal"
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round 'bout 8
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops
I'm gonna need a slight overdose of some mother fuckin' sleepin' pills
So while I'm waiting in the dirt I won't breathe up the air in here
Sneak in the office get the keys off of Dr. Malique
And while you doing that I'll take the pills so I fall asleep
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed
But from the light I seen someone killed the maintence man and threw him in with me
With me

I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
 
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"Are You Ready 4 Us"

"Are You Ready 4 Us"


Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckin' dayton family
Are ya'll ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip time
98
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch

[Chorus x2]
We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[scarecrow]
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
I'm suin'
Huntin'
All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael
Lord is killin'
Three 6 killin'
What else will i say
Even children
Probably don't give a fuck if you are naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out

[juicy j]
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done fucked around town
Showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin'
Gotcha nervous
Knowin' not how to get away
Lookin' out the window pane
Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard i see a tree
I also see your body hang
See the phone
Pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray
Your still gonna die
Too late bitch
Your time is up

[Chorus x4]

[dayton family]
What the fuck you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
I'll leave you dead head in the g ride
And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth
Motherfucker
Snooze motherfucker
Move motherfucker
Loose motherfucker
Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See bitch this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And fuck your hoes
Givin' you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall
You ran your lip about your grip
And i'm takin' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And i'm lookin' for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face
So i won't catch a case
Keepin' it low key
Don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake
When i creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops
Cold hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0
It's all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
Bitch that's dead on arrival

[Chorus x4]

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[dj paul]
Give'em two
To the head
Three to the neck
And the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin' bout' these clowns
Talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you should have known
You was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasn't ready for us

[gangsta boo]
Am i too much
To avoid, can't you fuck with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up
What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what i'm screamin'
Till the day i die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business bitch
Open up your own fuckin' account
And get up out my shit

[Chorus x4]

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[crunchy blac]
6 bitch
So don't you fuck with this click
Cause if you fuck with this click
You'll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must don't know who you fuckin' with bitch
Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags
Drop em' off in a ditch
Know i mean kid
Know i mean kid, huh
See we come from
A natural bomb
A natural gun
A natural gimme some
Don't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia mafia

[koopsta knicca]
Stick em' dead
Kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can i lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick
I'm sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool
Cause you drownin' in your poo poo
 
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"Azz & Tittiez"

"Azz & Tittiez"


"Say ahh, not a thermometer, bitch,
it's the nine inches" -- [Kingpin Skinny Pimp]

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Ass and titties, ass and titties
Ass and titties, and big booty bitches

[DJ Paul]
You dealing with a thug that's quick to kick the diamond Roly (Rolex)
Don't pay attention to these boyfriends cause I leave em holy
Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover
Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cordova
Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they can't believe
My TV built up in the wall like they don't want to leave
There doing there best trying to impress they sticking out there chest
Paul go some booty ? and nothing less

[Juicy J]
A nigga got to get his dick sucked got to get his dick sucked
Riding down the strip in the Lexus truck poppin hush
Pearly Rolex on my wrist haters bout to have a fit
Dip from the curb I hit a case of Mo I'm bout to sip
Lit to the hydo green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggas dropping weight while Juicy J be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks I know they miss me
When they throw a players ball tell em that your boy gonna win it

[Chorus 4X]

[La Chat]
I'm in the club I'm looking around I see you checking me out
I'm on that gin looking for a friend to put my ass in his mouth
Ain't no doubt La Chat got plenty yeah I know that you scoping
Got to be a baller or shot caller or I'm taking shaking and jumping
Don't touch me trick you can't afford to put your hands on my ass
I'm too damn sexy keep theses niggas begging dropping off game
You in my ear you talking tough now can you handle me really
I got the scoop on what you doing with them asses and titties
Now nigga yeah I'm with it boo corress and holding me tight
Uh uh uh uh you can't forget to for your job late at night
That cheese and chedar make it better no this bitch is not home
No conversation without that drink and dank and plenty to smoke
La Chat the mack ain't got no problems shit I love win you spending
The number rule is break these rules I teach a lot about pimping
So get it straight I ain't to have you I'm pretty yo ditty
I be the bitch that make you niggas hate these ass and titties

[Chorus 4X]

Lil momma got big tatta up in the club
She been shaking and shaking it up she showed me love
Big butt, dirty sock it baby
Wanna be my lady girl please you must be crazy
This ain't the eighty's I'm a sucker for your black fit
Split skirt holla holla for that dollar dollar
For what it's worth I'm a step to this fine fucker
I think I love her I'm a touch her with that ratitatat motherfucker
Hug in public know you love it got me coming when you rub it
Damn my stomach I can feel it going duh duh duh
Look here honey I can't play no games lights go down when a freak ashamed
Hit me up star 69 and then maybe will have sexual ways
But I pray that this night of lust won't lead to a girl that I can't trust
Shit young nigga post up in the club want to go strut your funky stuff
But I do love the ladies cause they stay looking pretty
While they shaking breaking it and taking it
baby baby shake your ass and titties

[Chorus 4X]
 
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"Baby Mama"

"Baby Mama"


[Chorus: Juicy J + LaChat]
[Juicy J] It's my baby mama (yeanknow) I want child support
She get welfare checks, but I stay in court
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' Cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
[LaChat] It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why I can't stand em'

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man this freak has got me stressin' in the court I must confessin'
Playas try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail I can't be stayin' and my g's you can't be cakin'
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment
Hurr they go you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin' tryna' caress me

[LaChat]
All these so-called ballas want me boy I'm styled you know I'm sexy
I'm LaChat you see I'm swole got you waitin' at a tole
Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole
See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin'
I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin' in the kitchen
Bake yo' biscuits up from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo' kids Juvenile Court is where it's at
Where it's at?
Yeanknow? Cheese is missin' yean show
And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice I'm mean though

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
It's DJ P and brothas be out we just tryin' to be dawgs
But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk
We kickin' dis off in them dose' and when it's on they gon' run
And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin' Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me
Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The Vision 2 Juvenile Court is where they had yo' boy
Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin' short
Now that I'm payin child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn
Spendin' nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo' boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress
Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon' really have to find me
Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: LaChat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month

[Juicy J]
Pay you cheese I'll give you quarters I'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now I see why you be freakin' now I know why you be geekin'
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season

[Chorus]
 
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