Album: Choices



(Feat. La Chat)





[Chorus: 2x]

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



(Juicy J)

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

Im about to take some names

Bodies gone get bucked and hanged

Haters we ain't barrin you

Yall 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 Ima make yo bleed

For them Z's or them Ki's



(DJ Paul)

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)

Aint spreadin no rumors or droppin salt up on a thug (Bitch)

Im knowin ya broke, but no excuses for actin like a kid

Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin you ready for war dig



[Chorus 2x]



(Gangsta Boo)

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

Yall 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 its you

Do you feel its 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!!!



[Chorus 2x]



(La Chat)

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 alot 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 shouldnt have did what you did

So whats up killa, shit, whats up whats 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



[Chorus 2x]