Weak Azz B***h (feat. LA Chat)

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

How you feel with this nine milli-mill to your grill

Haters talking 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 scare of none of you hoes

I ain't never shed a tear

In your hood bumping, riding with a twelve of case beer

Ain't no **** make no moves

Get you scared, shook your fear

Y2K hit the clock

So you know the ending's near

One call to them killers and you just might disappear

Now **** all in my face, hollering real but real soft

Bitch I'm holding up this glock, 'bout to knock your block off

You a weak ass bitch and your C.D. cover show it

With your fake ass face, I been knowing ya so I know a sissy ho

Yeah, know this a triple six city

All that M.T.V. and B.E.T. got you feeling shitty

Just to think, you used to be my dog

Used to be my ****, now you fake

But I stomp on you trick in the grass

You little snake bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Uh, in the mood a fuckin' crowd, make the speakers pound

If you **** wild, knock these bitches out

Rumbling the ground, trampling **** down

From the dirty south, where the **** like it loud

Wish ya hypnotized, instigator-fy

Fire in my eyes so sate lucky Frank White

Ready for the gunfight, if you want to get high

Ain't no sympathize, make you sleep 'till it's judgement night

Talk is cheap, I hear you talking but you ain't 'bout your biz

La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch

My mother fuckin' plastic gat, we gonna rumble and shit

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

I know you feeling when I'm speaking and I'm speaking to you

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

What you gon' do, I keep my mug 'cause 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

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, bitch

Weak ass, bitch