b*tch Made n*ggaz lyrics

Chorus:
b*tch made n*ggas
Ho ass n*ggas
Punk ass, pus*y ass, trick ass n*ggas
b*tch made n*ggas
Ho made n*ggas
You's a punk, you's a pus*y, you's a b*tch ass n*ggas

Thug Addict:
Tell me how you gon' try to compare to a f*ckin' baller man
Better go to war with Saddam Hussien n*gga f*ck we be playin'
Get your ass cut shot wit' the pistol boy
Get your head knocked off put a hole in your top
I don't f*ck around wit' no b*tch made n*gga
No ho ass n*gga, no punk ass n*gga
That talk that muthaf*ckin' talk
But really can't walk that muthaf*ckin' walk ass n*gga
Heart be beatin' a bout a hundred miles a hour
Talkin' that sh*t but know you coward
Now you bout to get your punk ass fouled
I'ma getcha, threw you n*gga
Put muthaf*ckin' whole straight through you n*gga
Man f*ck you n*gga, you a ho ass n*gga
Ol' soft ass n*gga, ma and pa ass n*gga
I'll throw down the wall knock down the door
Cut a hole in the floor and put some di*k in ya ho
I'll give it to you 'til you can't take no mo'
And treat you like a funky ass, stanky ass ho
Chorus: 2x

Beelow:
You that n*gga that be drunk as a b*tch
You that n*gga that's at the bar talkin' loud but ain't sayin' sh*t
You that n*gga you that n*gga that mean muggin' but ain't bout that mess
You that n*gga You that n*gga that talkin' sh*t cause you got that tat on
Your chest
You that pus*y ass n*gga with that roughneck frown
You that same pus*y n*gga run when you hear that sound
You that n*gga that's on the side sayin' he wish he was you
You that n*gga that talkin' hit about the f*ck you gon' do
You that n*gga that's plotin' on the side to rob your friends
You that n*gga talk your business just to get you ass in
You that n*gga ballin' clear but can't can't take care of your kids
You that n*gga that's always lyin' bout that f*ck you don' did
You that n*gga that's makin' record but ya ain't sold sh*t
You that n*gga that's mad as hell cause I'm f*ckin' your b*tch
You that n*gga that got bust and know you rattin' and sh*t
You that n*gga that's off in jail on the next man di*k
You that n*gga that's out there cops-a-talkin' worse than a b*tch
You that n*gga that play your people when it's time for inches
You that n*gga on the passenger side bootin' like it's your heart
I'm that n*gga that's on the side that'll pull your ho card
You b*tch made n*gga
Chorus: 2x

Juvenile:
Wodie, ya b*tch made, that way since 6th grade
But I roll with big K's, and I'll leave the b*tch dead
Head busta, up and comer, pathetic muthaf*cka
Get in my business, Juve's ready muthhaf*cka
Got a scope for you bold n*ggas
We broke n*ggas, choke n*ggas
That scream, "Where the f*ckin' dope n*ggas"
There's a whole bunch of n*ggas wit' PhD's
]From Jersey, Cali, and the UPT
Can't have ya sh*t
This haterism givin' n*ggas a fit
Under 30 in my 223 click
Massed up position to buck on
To persuade these b*tch ass n*ggas to get the f*ck on

Young Bleed:
I gives a f*ck about you, you b*tch you
Don't make me hit you and split you
Like a Ginsu, you crooked
Open up a can a stomp ass on a n*gga
Or play target practice with that n*gga Hilfiger
A gravedigger, smoke a n*gga just like a swisa
You can run but you can't Ill still come and get ya
Be a man klet's do it like the G's do n*gga
That's me and you not your whole crew n*gga
What you scared
Got them black talons comin at yo head
Talk a lot of sh*t but when it went down you fled
You can't escape that infrared
Rounds and rounds of hot lead, now that punk b*tch is dead
Da Ganksta:
It ain't no muthaf*ckin' game n*gga, so why the f*ck is you playin'
It's like these b*tch made n*ggas don't understand
Even off at the mall you ain't say a muhaf*ckin' thing
And you ain't use 'em, you act like you don't want your f*ckin' brains
And this thang go, off in this game ho
Oh you ain't know, whooooaaa, there your brain's go
n*gga what you know about that real sh*t
Now what you know about the life b*tch
That sharper than a knife sh*t
f*ckin' round'll get you f*cked over
Ho, fake ass ho ass wanna be hard soldier
I see down and hardened ass n*gga runnin' 'round fakin' the funk
And they gon' learn when a n*gga knock off a chunk
Ol' punk pus*y ass n*gga in the boot ass b*tch you
n*gga where your heart at
Where ya nuts at n*gga you's a ho

Chorus: 2x