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lachat - who da buckest lyrics

[juicy j]
the gangsta desciples and the vice lords have teamed up
we gonna f-ck the motherf-ckin clubs up
the f-ckin liquids, know what i’m sayin
the d and d the spot, gd’s! vl’s!

[chorus: project pat]
who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
my n-gg-z, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
man you hoes don’t wanna clown
man you hoes don’t wanna clown, man you hoes don’t wanna clown
if you do we beat ya down (x2)

[juicy j]
the first n-gg- wanna step
gonna meet his death
first i hit the n-gg- wit a right, then i swing a left
kept on dropping b’s after b’s till i’m out of breath
then i took a knife and cut the fool til he bl–dy wet
boy you gon respect
real playaz when it comes to that
knowin this ain’t slavery but n-gg- we gon hang your neck
how you gonna diss the check writer, hoe i am a threat
shoot at your b-tch -ss like the killa know you scared
of that, scared of that
bring it on n-gg- to this motherf-ckin m-town
click click boom then you feel your body fall down
don’t 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 -ss stankin
pimp slap ya -ss, momma boy, fell the rugar
so f-ckin sweet, i should probably call you sugar

[lachat]
now when i fall up in the club, i be yellin, smack a b-tch
steady mobbin wit a mug
yeah this thug
startin sh-t
n-gg- what b-tch, what?
get the f-ck up out my way
throwin bows, pushin hoes
lettin you know i’m in the place
it’s whateva, get it done
hope you cowards, got a gun
i’m a ride until i die
makin b-tches out here run
you can run if you wanna
where you run is where you die
i’m a break me off a prada stick your -ss in the eye

it’s chat, you got beef
all this animosity
look here mane, i’m a aim
shoot that thang
for playin me
you a killa
b-tch n-gg-
never have you pulled a trigger
you got hoe off in your blood
when it rain, hoe you shiver
have you ever seen a b-tch come through the door and take the floor
gangsta walkin, representin, ’cause a mack ain’t goin hoe
breakin laws, f-ck the law
keep them b-tches out my business
i’m a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, b-tch

[frayser boy]
what ya cowards wanna do, don’t give a f-ck bout what ya sayin
pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
frayser boy, i’m comin through
n-gg- who the f-ck is you?
got yo nuts all pumped up, i’ll whip yo -ss til ya blue
throwin that bay up in the air
n-gg- i don’t f-ckin care
n-gg-z practice lookin hard, but ain’t gon do sh-t but stare
mean muggin in the club and
bout to get yo -ss drug and
i don’t hide behind my words, i’ll beat yo -ss down in public
i’m the realest of the real
betta ask yo f-ckin peeps
knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo -ss till ya sleep
man this liqour got me geeked
you won’t see another wink
i was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
take your -ss up off ya feet
leave yo body with a leak
ring the bell, school’s in, here’s the lesson i’m gon teach
better step away from reach
-ss whoopin you gon see
have yo -ss like decepticons hollarin retreat

rip 2002
phm 4l green,etch,sketch,ridler,
bomp,map,and every 1 else up in dat sh-t 746 keepin sh-t real 2002-2003

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