Three 6 Mafia - Mean Mug lyrics

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(Project Pat) mean mug niggas lookin ana hid from a smile but inside blood

cookin got a problem wit my style wit tha click wit tha klan lames I don't

understand if you feel dat ya real fuck a song grab ya steel

(Juicy J)

theese snitching niggas claim we dealin

told the folks we pimpin women

but a nigga ain't gone live it

locked up in a fed building

All in my fuckin face

All up on my fuckin case

I'm about to take some names

bodies gone get buck and hang

Haters we ain't barin you

'cause ya'll done broke tha panic fuse

nigga we ain't benn cool

Never have I fucked wit you

Neither do you fuck wit me

On yo d's or smoke yo tree's

Playa i'm make you bleed

For them Z's or them Keys

(D.J. Paul)

Now all these nigga's downing me on some bitch's mane I got model's (hoe)

I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (hoe)

You smiling in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (hoe)

I steady hear you claimin but you ain't from my hood (hoe)

Da real BHZ niggas keepin mouth shut (bitch)

A spreading no rumors, or droping salt off on a thug (bitch)

I'm knowin you broke but no exscuses to be acting like a kid

You never shot a gun so how you figga you ready for war dig

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(La Chat)

Yo yo why you bitches got yo mug on me, is it because i'm bein me

Tryina protect yo image nigga bust if u ain't diggin me, bitch

I don't even like you man comin from lady gangsta man

Cut yo cd out step right into my location man

Memphis Tennessee, bhc all up in my blood shake yo load off

Why you yellin quote-un-quote a thug nigga anyway I don't dig on niggaz in

denial

Wit ya fake smile dirty nose lady know

The time why you in my grill playa get the fuck away from me ho

All my niggas be on blow ready ta snap you bitches throat

Y'all be lettin these tapes, fool you like I am a joke watch me put you in a

choke

Neva let you niggas go, trick ass beotch,

Listen close do you feel is you, do you feel is you

That i'm talking to what you gon do come and wreck my shit I got niggas wreckin

shit

I got Georgia boys ready come up on the fuckin lick.

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(La Chat)

Hold up, hold up, so you call ya self a gangsta muthafucka, you bitch

La Chat im out here on the town and I do some real gangsta shit

You talk a lota shit killa can you back it up though

Yo boys can't help you when I buck the hollow parts at you ho

Now have you eva killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains

Or have you cut the body up and fetch a dog the remains

See scandalous this how I'm labeled, cuz I ain't takin shit

I be dat bitch so quick to click remove yo face from yo wig

Now if you wanna fuck wit me I'll take you bitches to war

Just need yo place and address nigga Iç—©l be there at your door

And ain't no need yo mamy beggin way to late fo the kids

I told you bitch, I told you bitch, and you know you shouldn't have did what

you did

So what's up killa shit what's up what's up

I thought you was tough, not though enough

To jump on up now, I got that pump at yo guts

So if you got yo mug on me, I'm takin that as a threat

La Chat gon write down all you hoes and put dat tech to yo neck, ho.

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