Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit?

[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