f*ck That n*gga lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Intro: DJ Paul, Project Pat]
Hey, what's up with that n*gga who crossed you out
That trick ass n*gga that crossed me out?
Mane, f*ck that n*gga, mane
Man, we can go kick this right now
What's up, man?
Yeah, get this b*tch

f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga

[Hook]
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, bang, f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, b-bang, f*ck that sh*t


[Verse 1: Project Pat]
f*ck that n*gga, and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one mothaf*ckin' thing understood
In my hood, a couple of you n*ggas 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 f*ckin' with me, n*gga
I know that you a ho, and now I heard you claimin' killa
A killa is a n*gga 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, mothaf*ckas, gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs, and they all wanna meet you
[Hook]
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, bang, f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, b-bang, f*ck that sh*t

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
f*ck you, n*gga, and you know just who I'm talkin' about
Livin' on that other side, and you crossed a n*gga 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 n*gga, but you was another fake
Busta, musta wanna be thugster
I'mma label you as a dead mothaf*cka
f*ckin' with a n*gga 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 (*gunshots*) (f*ck you)
Mark ass n*ggas frontin' like they gonna blast
Gon' make a n*gga like me run up to yo' ass

[Hook]
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, bang, f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, b-bang, f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, bang, f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga
Bang, bang, b-bang, f*ck that sh*t
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