beelow – bitch made niggaz lyrics
[chorus:]
b-tch made n-gg-z
ho -ss n-gg-z
punk -ss, p-ssy -ss, trick -ss n-gg-z
b-tch made n-gg-z
ho made n-gg-z
you’s a punk, you’s a p-ssy, you’s a b-tch -ss n-gg-z
[thug addict:]
tell me how you gon’ try to compare to a f-ckin’ baller man
better go to war with saddam hussien n-gg- f-ck we be playin’
get your -ss cut shot wit’ the pistol boy
get your head knocked off put a hole in your top
i don’t f-ck around wit’ no b-tch made n-gg-,
no ho -ss n-gg-, no punk -ss n-gg-
that talk that m-th-f-ckin’ talk
but really can’t walk that m-th-f-ckin’ walk -ss n-gg-
heart be beatin’ a bout a hundred miles a hour
talkin’ that sh-t but know you coward
now you bout to get your punk -ss fouled
i’ma getcha, threw you n-gg-
put m-th-f-ckin’ whole straight through you n-gg-
man f-ck you n-gg-, you a ho -ss n-gg-
ol’ soft -ss n-gg-, ma and pa -ss n-gg-
i’ll throw down the wall knock down the door
cut a hole in the floor and put some d-ck in ya ho
i’ll give it to you ’til you can’t take no mo’
and treat you like a funky -ss, stanky -ss ho
[chorus: x2]
[beelow:]
you that n-gg- that be drunk as a b-tch
you that n-gg- that’s at the bar talkin’ loud but ain’t sayin’ sh-t
you that n-gg- you that n-gg- that mean muggin’ but ain’t bout that mess
you that n-gg- you that n-gg- that talkin’ sh-t cause you got that tat on
your chest
you that p-ssy -ss n-gg- with that roughneck frown
you that same p-ssy n-gg- run when you hear that sound
you that n-gg- that’s on the side sayin’ he wish he was you
you that n-gg- that talkin’ hit about the f-ck you gon’ do
you that n-gg- that’s plotin’ on the side to rob your friends
you that n-gg- talk your business just to get you -ss in
you that n-gg- ballin’ clear but can’t can’t take care of your kids
you that n-gg- that’s always lyin’ bout that f-ck you don’ did
you that n-gg- that’s makin’ record but ya ain’t sold sh-t
you that n-gg- that’s mad as h-ll cause i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch
you that n-gg- that got bust and know you rattin’ and sh-t
you that n-gg- that’s off in jail on the next man d-ck
you that n-gg- that’s out there cops-a-talkin’ worse than a b-tch
you that n-gg- that play your people when it’s time for inches
you that n-gg- on the p-ssenger side bootin’ like it’s your heart
i’m that n-gg- that’s on the side that’ll pull your ho card
you b-tch made n-gg-
[chorus: x2]
[juvenile:]
wodie, ya b-tch made, that way since 6th grade
but i roll with big k’s, and i’ll leave the b-tch dead
head busta, up and comer, pathetic m-th-f-cka
get in my business, juve’s ready muthhaf-cka
got a scope for you bold n-gg-z
we broke n-gg-z, choke n-gg-z
that scream, “where the f-ckin’ dope n-gg-z”
there’s a whole bunch of n-gg-z wit’ phd’s
>from jersey, cali, and the upt
can’t have ya sh-t
this haterism givin’ n-gg-z a fit
under 30 in my 223 click
m-ssed up position to buck on
to persuade these b-tch -ss n-gg-z to get the f-ck on
[young bleed:]
i gives a f-ck about you, you b-tch you
don’t make me hit you and split you
like a ginsu, you crooked
open up a can a stomp -ss on a n-gg-
or play target practice with that n-gg- hilfiger
a gravedigger, smoke a n-gg- just like a swisa
you can run but you can’t ill still come and get ya
be a man klet’s do it like the g’s do n-gg-
that’s me and you not your whole crew n-gg-
what you scared
got them black talons comin at yo head
talk a lot of sh-t but when it went down you fled
you can’t escape that infrared
rounds and rounds of hot lead, now that punk b-tch is dead
[da ganksta:]
it ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ game n-gg-, so why the f-ck is you playin’
it’s like these b-tch made n-gg-z don’t understand
even off at the mall you ain’t say a muhaf-ckin’ thing
and you ain’t use ’em, you act like you don’t want your f-ckin’ brains
and this thang go, off in this game ho
oh you ain’t know, whooooaaa, there your brain’s go
n-gg- what you know about that real sh-t
now what you know about the life b-tch
that sharper than a knife sh-t
f-ckin’ round’ll get you f-cked over
ho, fake -ss ho -ss wanna be hard soldier
i see down and hardened -ss n-gg- runnin’ ’round fakin’ the funk
and they gon’ learn when a n-gg- knock off a chunk
ol’ punk p-ssy -ss n-gg- in the boot -ss b-tch you
n-gg- where your heart at
where ya nuts at n-gg- you’s a ho
[chorus: x2]
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