b*tch n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]
Oh (ha ha ha)
[?] sit back
And analyze the truth cause n*ggas be stealing n*ggas sh*t out here
Huh

[Verse 1: Scarface]
What it is? (n*gga!)
You don't wanna get involved with this here (n*gga!)
Is you a b*tch n*gga?, you a (b*tch n*gga)
Look at yourself and then analyze me
This motherf*cking G, I can see the flaws in you
You got girl draws in you
Girl flaws in you, a broad n*gga! (hm)
I peeped your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I hang men
Play the game to win
All mission play on ten
Scarface 'finna do it again
Mash you n*ggas, stash them n*ggas
Don't make me upstrap and blast you n*gga
Once again it's, on, it's a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast yo ass through it, I'mma poet
The image and the style that you used to
Cause you don't keep it real like you used to, a O.G
S.A., food to the ho fa'sho
So n*gga slow your mothеrf*ckin' roll
'Fore I come through with the samе M-11 the Feds took from me
And shoot you in yo motherf*ckin' stomach
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Now b*tch n*ggas get up under my skin, that's why I don't f*ck with friends unless it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Lookin' for head shots, cause b*tch fellas live in bulletproof vests
What you scared for?
What happened to all the tough ass talk?
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an ass-whippin', [?] with a magician then drippin' out his ass, listen
I'll be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well pull a pistol out a holster and put a b*tch n*gga on his back
WHOA!, watch how I handle this fofo
My conscience be screaming "Z-Ro murder mo, murder mo"
I just love to slide a b*tch n*gga up out the room
And you could get away from me, if you jump back off in [?]
In the middle of yo mommy but I'll open up that b*tch n*gga
Z-Ro the crooked, I'll be damned if I be a b*tch n*gga
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home (b*tch) 'cause the devil might run in yo house

[Verse 3: Dirt Bomb]
My trigger finger like a match book, it spark heat
Ya timid like choir boy and The Five Heartbeats
My heart speaks to the streets
And it don't feel wrong
I'll pick the biggest n*gga in your crew to steal on, I'm real
Get ya frame rocked when that thang pop
You better move swift enough to dodge rain drops
Or you gon' get hit
Dirt only click wit
Real n*ggas that'll bust they gun like Slick Rick
Pick ya poison
Lead [?] [?] shots
I shoot my Glock with one eye like cyclops
And I don't chase b*tch n*ggas, I let the slugs chase 'em
Put so many holes in 'em they had to cremate 'em
Take 'em straight to the morgue that's how the bomb bang
sh*ttin' on these young boys like LeBron James
Bullets through yo [?], 4-0 cal, when Dirt Bomb bust Chicago n*ggas go wild
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' (b*tch) at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house

[Verse 4: Bun B]
It's Bun B, I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka, wack rapper
Short stopper or dope beginner
b*tch I ain't ya chicken dinner, bring the heater get you wetter (get you wetter)
With that fifty caliber magnum hanger
Stop a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one
If I c*ck that b*tch back, better aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even find the pieces to your vest
We relievers of ya stress (of ya stress)
Ease ya fame
Put this pistol in your mouth, you never need to breathe again
The one ya momma warned ya about
Bun and he's insane
Kill a kid over a quarter
Who just keeps playin'
Now this kid's payin', 'fore he f*ckin' with the trillers
Z-Ro the young guerilla
And Face the born killa
(b*tch n*gga)
Feel around in the dark for the dough
(b*tch n*gga)
You here the sounds of the spark 'fore you go

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' (b*tch) at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
b*tch n*gga (b*tch n*gga)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house
(b*tch n*gga)