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[DJ Paul] Now what you bitches wanna do What you bitches wanna do, talk some shit Get your ass beat black and fucking blue By the new dangerous crew da fucking HeadBussaz They turned us down for weed in they hood Cause they ain't trust us, them niggas nothing but bustaz They knew we had them skull bussaz, in our back pockets Ready to rob and bust them, you hear me I gotta dust them, off like some old books Cause they fucked around with some old crooks I'm talking bout King, I'm talking bout Fiend I'm talking bout that nigga Juicy on the fucking scene We got these auto's with them quieter's twisted at the tip For no sounds, nothing but silence when these bitches rip And rip a bitch head clean from they gold chain Cause these boys had them gassed up like propane I bring the pain like ten Taliban's on a {plane} And we ain't quitting until your muthafuckin heart lose, nigga [Chorus] If you ain't from Memphis Tenn., it's gone be sum shit They some wild muthafuckas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from New Orleans, it's gone be sum shit They some crazy muthafuckas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from Chi Town, it's gone be sum shit SongtexteThey some gang banging niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from ATL, it's gone be sum shit They some scrappin' muthafuckas, who you fucking wit [Juicy J] What you know bout the muthafuckin North, North In the hood niggas drinking, smoking Newports All them old school players bumping Too $hort If they got that fire weed, they put in two torts And them killing drug dealers, mane they stay in court For that slanging or that killing or some child support If my nigga go to jail, we gone hold a fort Riding around bumping system with the cd distort You can call me mister d-o-p-e with the glock then I p-o-p Don't have my change, it's a d-e-a-d Written on your forehead, don't fuck me We keep artillery, you might can't see Hiding in the bushes or a scope in the tree So don't be playing with that nigga Juicy They might find your body somewhere overseas [Chorus] If you ain't from Houston, Texas, it's gone to be sum shit They some syrup shipping niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from Mississippi, it's gone be sum shit They some rope hanging niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from Alabama, it's gone be sum shit They some head busting niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from Cashville, it's gone be sum shit They some robbing muthafuckas, who you fucking wit [Fiend] Hands down, this for them scams And that are saying by the pound Tilt the scale, we just playing Laying they ass in the ground Gram baggers, coke handlers and lb movers Yeah man, pack your shit Cause I can see right through ya To these bustaz, drug smugglers That's under the world All for the love of the girl Fuck up my nadir We swirl, quick dust Making off with the furl You step on it three times And do your thang on the world Uh huh only talking what I used to Y'all do what you do Highly grow one seven And we messing with that voodoo Got colors yellow down to the doo doo You wouldn't short, we could moved you Stick you like some glue too Serve your ass like the lunch line Point blank you want something of mine On the block nothing to find, slide to the alley Don't need the work badly But fill prescriptions gladly, you heard me [Chorus] If you ain't from Arkansas, it's gone be sum shit They some kidnapping niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from Dallas, Texas, it's gone be sum shit They some Mexican niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from Miami, it's gone be sum shit They some dope pushing niggas, who you fucking wit If you ain't from St. Louis, it's gone be sum shit They some pimp juice drankers, who you fucking wit Aus Songtexte Mania