Weak Ass b*tch lyrics

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[Chorus: Juicy J]
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of sh*t
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no n*gga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Now n*gga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
b*tch I'm holdin' up this Glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass b*tch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy ho
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' sh*tty
Just to think, you used to be my dog
Used to be my n*gga, now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake b*tch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
We came to move the f*cking crowd!
Make the speakers pound
If you n*ggas wild
Knock these b*tches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' n*ggas down
From the dirty South
Where the n*ggas like it loud
We should hypnotize
Instigate a fight
Fire in my eyes, Soze, Lucky, Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till it's judgment night
[Verse 4: La Chat]
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a b*tch
Mane, motherf*ck it, pass the gat we gonna rumble and sh*t
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't f*ck with this sh*t
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you
Well ho it's true, who got the proof b*tch
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some anna
Need to show it
sh*t you claim that your real

[Chorus: Juicy J]
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
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