Word On The Town (Ft. Juicy J & Pimp C)

[Intro: Juicy J]

Yeah, I'm still just hustling, man

I don't know about y'all, it's going down then

You see, I've been doing this shit, so, this shit ain't nothing equal

Let's go

[Hook: Juicy J] [x2]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

[Verse 1: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]

Chop up buzz, we kill this shit, no twenty two's, no Emmitt Smith

Pulled out on you and let it rip, killed y'all dogs, like Michael Vick

Yellow tape, first forty eight, don't give a fuck if they catch a case

Done gunplays in broad daylight, no mask on they barren face

Barren face when we get them, don't become a victim

Shoulda used his intuition when I caught him slipping

Open banana peel ass, nigga, we got your number

Put them in the trunk, treat them like some Louie luggage

Just in case a nigga think he finna take mine

Imma give his ass a clip, tell the pussy, nigga, take five

Real street niggas, get it how they live

Cut that gangsta shit out, cause that ain't who you is

[Hook: Juicy J] [x2]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Niggas telling, aw, man, they ain't getting money

How you get caught up for a strap and tell on your homie

Nigga, there's rules to this game and you ain't living by them

Like you don't talk about them drugs, if you really buy them

You don't talk about them goons, if you really got them

And you don't talk about them bodies, if they really dropping

You from where I'm from, you don't do no talking

When the police come, we just change the topic

In my hood niggas really robbing

You get your brains blown off, if you don't use precaution

Take off your head just be like what the cost is

In Pittsburgh it's Taylor Gang and nigga I'm a boss man, uh

[Bridge: Juicy J]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

[Verse 3: Pimp C]

Jackers in Port Arthur talking ‘bout taking mines

If you run up on that Bentley, bitch, your life is on the line

Yeah, bitch, I'm on parole, but that thing in my possession

Ain't gon' be no ho and pimping, ain't gon' be no disrespecting

And I don't owe you niggas shit and I don't need no new buddies

I don't wanna fuck your bitch, cause the ho is too slutty

Jaws too nutty, kiss her lips, you eat a dick

I ain't came out here to play, I'm out here representing this shit

I'm not the king of the south, y'all can fight over the title

But I got more hoes calling me, than American Idol

Young Pimp C holding it down, come around with that fuck shit

We'll leave you shaking on the ground

[Hook: Juicy J] [x2]