Video Mafia Niggaz de Juicy J 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Juicy J - Mafia Niggaz Lyrics

Yea all these motherfuckers out here
talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, see!
(Nigga we don't give a fuck
'cause we don't fuck with'cha kind)

Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them thangs
That they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, pop!
Don't you step, with'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard

Three 6 mafia got this memphis, ten
On the, the, the, the lock!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel

Nigga what bitch? What ho? Fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talkin' shitt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them rugers

So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? That hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies

Here I go again bitch, loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
Ain't no fuckin' with me, ain't no fuckin' with some
Some of my niggas, bitch we totin' guns
Lock and fuckin' load up, bitch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that tre shit
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherfuckin' quick

Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that k
and will let loose on you sucka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot
I'll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it
fo' you end up a victim
This shit is real, don't need to steal
cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They comin' at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizin' yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a fuck
cause I don't fuck with'cha kind

Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and
That's be playin' 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do
And that's be hangin' round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo' ass ain't shit

Punch the clock out, get yo' glock out, we can handle this
I'm meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times
You started war with' the realest niggas
But now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place
Blow you bitch into outer space
Let'chu know that t-r-I-p-l-e-s-I-x don't play

I gotta' do this shit exactly like I have it planned
I want you dead, I want you killed, yo' heart be stoppin' man
I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' bitch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, fuck with' one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the infamous

Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street
Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga please
They mad because that juicy j be on they tele-v

And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp juicy
(Nigga we don't give a fuck
cause we don't fuck with'cha kind)
(We mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you
Wanna fuck with' these hot ass niggas?)