Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Chastity Daniels, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Houston, Lola Mitchell
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Three 6 MafiaMean Mug Lyrics:
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
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
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
I'm about to take some names, bodies gone get bucked and hanged
Haters we ain't barrin' you, y'all 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 I'ma make yo bleed for them Z's or them Ki's
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)
Ain't spreadin' no rumors or droppin' salt up on a thug
(Bitch)
I'm knowin' ya broke, but no excuses for actin' like a kid
Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin' you ready for war dig
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
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
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
Y'all 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 it's you?
Do you feel it's 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
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
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
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 a lot 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 shouldn't have did what you did
So what's up killa? Shit, what's up, what's 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
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
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
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