(feat. Juicy J) 



[talking] 

You lucky this is personal nigga... 

I ain't gonna kill you ova no woman 

Don't you ever in your fuckin' life bite hand that feed you nigga 



[Juicy J] 

Juicy J this Juicy J that 

You know what I put have you niggaz 

In the game you know what I'm sayin 

From day one you betta check yo muthafuckin 

Self nigga fuck you bitches 

Cross ass no good sorry excuse For A Real Nigga! 



[Chorus x2] 

We gettin wild in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz 

We gettin buck in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz 

We gettin crazy in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz 

We gettin krunk in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz 



[Frayser Boy] 

I got a ass whoopin recipe if you next to me 

It can get real messy G if you testin me 

Imma grown maine can't nothin earn the respect life my tone can 

Young niggaz in the club sippin on some bud 

Throwin chairs maine not giving a fuck 

Frayser Boy all in this bitch nigga I don't give a shit 

Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh 

Sippin on this cron this time I'm not so friskay 

Im bout to bust a cowards head nigga don't you tempt mae 

Drunk as fuck they why I'm buck my attitude is shittay 

Reppin Bay so don't you play Memphis is the citay 

Take a bitch beat a bitch drama Imma handle it 

Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous 

Have you in some bandages 

When you in the poppin shot 

If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot 



[Chorus] 



[Juicy J] 

Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin 

On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends 

Who dat boy who that bitch who da one I know is lame 

Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name 

Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill 

Niggaz dreams gave them level steems whats the deal 

Why yo skill is to take me out bitch I'm like a shield 

Made of steel and I will kill but I'm bout this meal 

Is it cash cause the fast cash got you niggaz mad 

Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav 

You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or 

two shouldnt been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push 

the gate back you push my last button 

ain nigga scared boy I ain't neva ran back down from you crossers 

bitch I never can 



[Chorus]