Weak Azz Bitch Lyrics

Weak Azz Bitch lyrics

Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000)

 

 

 [Chorus]

 When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

 Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH 

 

 (Juicy J) 

 How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill 

 Haters talkin' lots of shit 

 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 nigga 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 nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft 

 Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock 

 Bout to knock your block off 

 You a weak ass bitch 

 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' shitty 

 Just the dick you used to be my dog 

 Used to be my nigga 

 Now you fake 

 But I stomp on you trick in the grass 

 You little snake bitch 

 

 [Chorus x4 ]

 

 (Lord Infamous) 

 Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd 

 Make the speakers pound 

 If you niggas wild 

 Knock these bitches out 

 Rumblin' the ground 

 Tramplin' niggas down 

 From the dirty south 

 Where the niggas 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 simpathize 

 Make you sleep till it's judgement 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 bitch 

 My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit 

 Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit 

 I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you 

 Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch 

 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 

 Shit you claim that your real 

 

 [Chorus x4]