Barrin’ You b*tches lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild, I'll f*ck them cowards, stick them b*tches for riches

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
My n*gga, silent night, deadly night
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite
b*tches yall ain't got the guns
b*tches yall ain't got the funds
f*ckin' around with Three to Six, I'll make you n*ggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight ho n*gga, flat, broke, n*gga
Make his eyes close, I drop you n*ggas like I drop my hoes

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our sh*t, then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step, we been in this sh*t you rookie b*tch
Let me see who it be, shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild, I'll f*ck them cowards, stick them b*tches for riches

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Now I ain't f*cked up 'bout these n*ggas dissin'
'Cause a n*gga givin' these blessings
See you like a dog you fetchin', starin' at a f*ckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably, I should call the boys, tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them b*tches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin' them guns, takin' 'em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks, until the job is done

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust, Infamous just a mafia boss
n*gga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
n*gga run up, get his ass ripped apart
Infamous cold, 'cause he got no heart
Comin' through the ho, ain't no motherf*ckin' bars
Fall through the underground, cut and scarred
Foes be froze, in a permanent dose
These b*tches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the n*gga with the dirty nose, then I unload the .44 up them foes
Ain't no playin' with you motherf*ckin' hoes
Better slow that row, 'cause you hoes don't know
But the Infamous know you
So and So's and Toe and Toe I take your soul
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild, I'll f*ck them cowards, stick them b*tches for riches

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh, stack these verses up on my head see, heard that?
Ask me if I'm motherf*ckin' scared, n*gga, hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed 'cause ain't no sofa bed in this you heard?
This sounds, man, no 4 clickas I ain't going out like no b*tch
Ain't no exit out this place, like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no buster b*tch, ok?
Grab that gat, c*ck the handle back, actin' like I'm crazed
So I hand it at they face, like a third grader ape

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild I'll f*ck them cowards stick them b*tches for riches
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