Mean Mug (feat. La’ Chat) Three 6 Mafia

(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