Juicy J - Who Da Buckest Lyrics

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Juicy J
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna fck the motherfckin clubs up
The fckin Liquids, know what Im sayin
The D and D the spot, GDs! VLs!

Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes dont wanna clown
Man you hoes dont wanna clown, man you hoes dont wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down X2

Juicy J
The first nigga wanna step
Gonna meet his death
First I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left
Kept on dropping Bs after Bs till Im out of breath
Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet
Boy you gon respect
Real playaz when it comes to that
Knowin this aint slavery but nigga we gon hang your neck
How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat
Shoot at your bitch ass like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that
Bring it on nigga to this motherfckin M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Dont be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
Robbers, killaz, dope boyz, rapists
Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance
Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya ass stankin
Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar
So fckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar

LaChat
Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a bitch
Steady mobbin wit a mug
Yeah this thug
Startin shit
Nigga what bitch, what?
Get the fck up out my way
Throwin bows, pushin hoes
Lettin you know Im in the place
Its whateva, get it done
Hope you cowards, got a gun
Im a ride until I die
Makin bitches out here run
You can run if you wanna
Where you run is where you die
Im a break me off a prada stick your ass in the eye
Its Chat, you got beef

All this animosity
Look here mane, Im a aim
Shoot that thang
For playin me
You a killa
Bitch nigga
Never have you pulled a trigger
You got hoe off in your blood
When it rain, hoe you shiver
Have you ever seen a bitch come through the door and take the floor
Gangsta walkin, representin, cause a mack aint goin hoe
Breakin laws, fck the law
Keep them bitches out my business
Im a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, bitch

Frayser Boy
What ya cowards wanna do, dont give a fck bout what ya sayin
Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
Frayser Boy, Im comin through
Nigga who the fck is you?
Got yo nuts all pumped up, Ill whip yo ass til ya blue
Throwin that Bay up in the air
Nigga I dont fckin care
Niggaz practice lookin hard, but aint gon do shit but stare
Mean muggin in the club and
Bout to get yo ass drug and
I dont hide behind my words, Ill beat yo ass down in public
Im the realest of the real
Betta ask yo fckin peeps
Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo ass till ya sleep
Man this liqour got me geeked
You wont see another wink
I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
Take your ass up off ya feet
Leave yo body with a leak
Ring the bell, schools in, heres the lesson Im gon teach
Better step away from reach
Ass whoopin you gon see
Have yo ass like decepticons hollarin retreat