Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit?

Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus:] 
Who da fuck you playin' wit 
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch 
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga 

[Lil Wyte] 

Oh shit they done fucked up unleashed the beast 
My lyrics flowin' with danger and without love for the streets 
I have to pay attention to everything that I say 
Because these punk ass faggots and bitches take the shit the wrong way 
So I'm gonna lay my cards out face up so you can see 'em 
Leave your bottom dollar on you cause that's all that you'll be needin 
Grip your glock, call your shots, grip your nuts, and call the cops 
When its anna I don't see that there is any reason to stop. 

[DJ Paul] 

You see I just got the pistol gripped AR-15 
And its still shootin' fuckin two-two three's 
From 200 yards I still got my enemies 
Hit your pine out, but make a bitch nigga bleed 
My Marty Griffin shootin five football fields 
.50 cal some [bleep] don't wanna feel 
With my Baretta CX-4 
Rung your doorbell pop your ass through the door. 

[Chorus] 

[Juicy J] 

I done told you cowards I ain't goin' for this shit 
That you talk on your mixtapes, he say-she say bullshit 
Radio play niggas all on the air talkin about Hypnotize ain't treat him fair 
Check your contract and tell em where your funds at 
Ballin' out in ATL smokin weed and sippin' on dat cognac 
Ain't no bitch, bitch I'ma have to tell you 
Ain't no rap, ain't no nigga in a gang or a crew 
Goin' stop this Playa from gettin my cheese 
If I'm sellin' coke, ki's or chronic kinds of weed 
What'cha know about standin in a courthouse 
'Bout to get judged by 12 white folks lights sent us out 
What'cha know about niggas in the hood ain't changed 
If you turn your back your main nigga put a bullet to your brain 
What'cha know about dissin' on the CD, that's old 
Cause I told you bitches I goin no more 

[Chorus] 

[Crunchy Blac] 

If a bitch talk shit, she can suck a nigga dick 
If a nigga wanna fight, he can bring the fuckin shit 
Nigga know who I'm with, Triple-mothafuckin-6 
You can think that I'm playin, but I ain't playin bitch 
I can give it to you slow, I can give to you quick 
If you bitches want some more, then come and get it bitch 
Got a whole bunch of bullets, and I promise I'll spit em 
Nigga know CB from the \"One Hitta Quitta.\" 

[Frayser Boy] 

Know some real, know some fake 
Got some love, got some hate 
Know some with it, know some cowards 
Some smoke weed, smoke snort powder 
Some ride Chevy's, some ride 'Lacs 
Some sell pill, some some crack 
Some them thieves, some them killas 
Bay Area attack 
Ain't no biz if you want to kill 
Then make your fuckin move 
Damages when I get ya nigga doin what I do 
Get my point across when I'm masked up and ride out 
Packed your bags, mashed the gas, best to best to hide out bitch
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