Weak Azz b*tch (feat. La Chat) [DELETE] lyrics

Chorus x4
When I say weak ass, you say b*tch
Weak ass, b*tch, Weak ass b*tch

(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

(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 hoe
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 x4

(Lord Infamous)
Uh, In the mood a 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
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till it's judgment night

(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
My motherf*ckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' 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 hoe 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 manner
Need to show it
sh*t you claim that your real
Chorus x4