Bitch Made Niggaz

Beelow

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    f/ Da Ganksta, Juvenile, Thug Addict, Young Bleed

    Chorus:
    Bitch made niggaz
    Ho ass niggaz
    Punk ass, pussy ass, trick ass niggaz
    Bitch made niggaz
    Ho made niggaz
    You's a punk, you's a pussy, you's a bitch ass niggaz

    Thug Addict:
    Tell me how you gon' try to compare to a fuckin' baller man
    Better go to war with Saddam Hussien nigga fuck we be playin'
    Get your ass cut shot wit' the pistol boy
    Get your head knocked off put a hole in your top
    I don't fuck around wit' no bitch made nigga,
    no ho ass nigga, no punk ass nigga
    That talk that muthafuckin' talk
    but really can't walk that muthafuckin' walk ass nigga
    Heart be beatin' a bout a hundred miles a hour
    Talkin' that shit but know you coward
    Now you bout to get your punk ass fouled
    I'ma getcha, threw you nigga
    Put muthafuckin' whole straight through you nigga
    Man fuck you nigga, you a ho ass nigga
    Ol' soft ass nigga, ma and pa ass nigga
    I'll throw down the wall knock down the door
    Cut a hole in the floor and put some dick in ya ho
    I'll give it to you 'til you can't take no mo'
    And treat you like a funky ass, stanky ass ho

    Chorus: 2x

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    Beelow:
    You that nigga that be drunk as a bitch
    You that nigga that's at the bar talkin' loud but ain't sayin' shit
    You that nigga you that nigga that mean muggin' but ain't bout that mess
    You that nigga You that nigga that talkin' shit cause you got that tat on
    your chest
    You that pussy ass nigga with that roughneck frown
    You that same pussy nigga run when you hear that sound
    You that nigga that's on the side sayin' he wish he was you
    You that nigga that talkin' hit about the fuck you gon' do
    You that nigga that's plotin' on the side to rob your friends
    You that nigga talk your business just to get you ass in
    You that nigga ballin' clear but can't can't take care of your kids
    You that nigga that's always lyin' bout that fuck you don' did
    You that nigga that's makin' record but ya ain't sold shit
    You that nigga that's mad as hell cause I'm fuckin' your bitch
    You that nigga that got bust and know you rattin' and shit
    You that nigga that's off in jail on the next man dick
    You that nigga that's out there cops-a-talkin' worse than a bitch
    You that nigga that play your people when it's time for inches
    You that nigga on the passenger side bootin' like it's your heart
    I'm that nigga that's on the side that'll pull your ho card
    You bitch made nigga

    Chorus: 2x

    Juvenile:
    Wodie, ya bitch made, that way since 6th grade
    But I roll with big K's, and I'll leave the bitch dead
    Head busta, up and comer, pathetic muthafucka
    Get in my business, Juve's ready muthhafucka
    Got a scope for you bold niggaz
    We broke niggaz, choke niggaz
    That scream, "Where the fuckin' dope niggaz"
    There's a whole bunch of niggaz wit' PhD's
    >From Jersey, Cali, and the UPT
    Can't have ya shit
    This haterism givin' niggaz a fit
    Under 30 in my 223 click
    Massed up position to buck on
    To persuade these bitch ass niggaz to get the fuck on

    Young Bleed:
    I gives a fuck about you, you bitch you
    Don't make me hit you and split you
    Like a Ginsu, you crooked
    Open up a can a stomp ass on a nigga
    Or play target practice with that nigga Hilfiger
    A gravedigger, smoke a nigga 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 nigga
    That's me and you not your whole crew nigga
    What you scared
    Got them black talons comin at yo head
    Talk a lot of shit but when it went down you fled
    You can't escape that infrared
    Rounds and rounds of hot lead, now that punk bitch is dead

    Da Ganksta:
    It ain't no muthafuckin' game nigga, so why the fuck is you playin'
    It's like these bitch made niggaz don't understand
    Even off at the mall you ain't say a muhafuckin' thing
    And you ain't use 'em, you act like you don't want your fuckin' brains
    And this thang go, off in this game ho
    Oh you ain't know, whooooaaa, there your brain's go
    Nigga what you know about that real shit
    Now what you know about the life bitch
    That sharper than a knife shit
    Fuckin' round'll get you fucked over
    Ho, fake ass ho ass wanna be hard soldier
    I see down and hardened ass nigga runnin' 'round fakin' the funk
    And they gon' learn when a nigga knock off a chunk
    Ol' punk pussy ass nigga in the boot ass bitch you
    Nigga where your heart at
    Where ya nuts at nigga you's a ho

    Chorus: 2x

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