Barrin` You Bit*hes Lyrics

Barrin` You Bit*hes lyrics

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
These boys ain't wild I'll f**k them cowards stick them bit*hes for riches

DJ Paul-
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bit*hes yall ain't got the guns
Bit*hes yall ain't got the funds
f**kin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm ???, I'm sad, I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

Gangsta Boo-
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our sh*t then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step with ?? and his sh*t you rookie bit*h
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy 
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you satan

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty f**ked I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
These boys ain't wild I'll f**k them cowards stick them bit*hes for riches

Juicy J-
Now I ain't f**ked up bout these niggas dissin'
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a f**kin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bit*hes and fold them up like aluminium foil
 
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done

Lord Infamous-
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked as* lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his as* ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain't no motherf**kin boss
Fall to the earth ???
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bit*hes blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain't no playin with you motherf**kin hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty f**ked I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
These boys ain't wild I'll f**k them cowards stick them bit*hes for riches

Koopsta Knicca-
Ahh... ??? ??? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask motherf**kin' scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa ??? ya heard?
??? ??? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bit*h
Ain't no ??? out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta bit*h, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty f**ked I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bit*hes
These boys ain't wild I'll f**k them cowards stick them bit*hes for riches