Mean Mug Lyrics

Mean Mug lyrics

Album: Choices

 

 (Feat. La Chat)

 

 

 [Chorus: 2x] 

 Mean mug niggas lookin and they hid from a smile 

 But inside blood cookin, got a problem wit my style 

 Click the click wit the clan, lames I don't understand 

 If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

 

 (Juicy J)

 These snitchin niggas claim we dealin 

 Told the folks we pimpin women 

 But a nigga ain't gone livin 

 Locked up in a fed building 

 All in my fuckin face 

 All up on my fuckin case 

 Im about to take some names 

 Bodies gone get bucked and hanged 

 Haters we ain't barrin you 

 Yall done pressed the panic fuse 

 Nigga we ain't been cool 

 Never have I fucked wit you 

 Neither do ya fuck wit me 

 On yo deals, smoke yo trees 

 Playa Ima make yo bleed 

 For them Z's or them Ki's 

 

 (DJ Paul)

 Now all these niggas downin me is some bitches 

 Mane I got models (Hoe) 

 I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (Hoe) 

 You smilin in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (Hoe) 

 I steady hear ya claimin but you ain't from my hood (Hoe) 

 The real BHZ niggas keepin they mouth shut (Bitch) 

 Aint spreadin no rumors or droppin salt up on a thug (Bitch) 

 Im knowin ya broke, but no excuses for actin like a kid 

 Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin you ready for war dig 

 

 [Chorus 2x] 

 

 (Gangsta Boo)

 Why you bitches got your mug on me 

 Is it because I'm being me 

 Tryna protect yo image, nigga bust if you ain't diggin me 

 Bitch, I don't even like you mane, comin from lady gangsta mane 

 Cut yo CD off,step right in to my location mane 

 Memphis, Tennessee, BHZ, all up in my blood 

 Shake ya load off, why ya yellin quote unquote a thug 

 Nigga anyway, I don't dig niggas in denial 

 Wit ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time 

 Why you in my grill playa, get the fuck away from me hoe 

 All my niggas be on blow, ready to snap you bitches throat 

 Yall be lettin these tapes fool you like I am joke 

 Watch me put you in a choke, never let you niggas go 

 Trick ass Biotch, listen close, do you feel its you 

 Do you feel its you, that I'm talkin to, what you gone do 

 Come and wreck my shit, I got niggas wreckin shit 

 I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a fuckin lick, Biotch!!! 

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 (La Chat)

 So you call yourself a gangsta mutherfucka you bitch 

 La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta shit 

 You talk alot of shit killa can you back it up though 

 Them boys can't help you when I buck them hollow points at you hoe 

 Now have you ever killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains 

 Or have you cut the body up and fed your dog the remains 

 See scandalous is how I'm labeled, cuz I ain't takin shit 

 I be that bitch so quick to click, remove your face from your wig 

 Now if you wanna fuck wit me I'll take you bitches to war 

 Just leave ya place and address nigga, I'll be there at your door 

 It ain't no need yo mammy beggin way too late for the kids 

 I told you bitches from the jump, you shouldnt have did what you did 

 So whats up killa, shit, whats up whats up, I thought you was tough 

 Not tough enough, to drop on up, now I got that pump at your guts 

 So if you got your mug on me I'm takin that as a threat 

 La Chat gone ride down on you hoes and put that tec to ya neck, hoe 

 

 [Chorus 2x]