Jealous Ass Bitches

(DJ Paul) Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches! Jealous ass bitches! Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches! [Hook - repeat 4X] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho! [1st Verse, DJ Paul] My killas and playas We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing These niggas being Some hating bitches but not seein We goin after you enemies Anger is all in me Graspin another clip Infared and feel these Cross outs Or get tossed out On that pizzacks Slammed to the pavement For a fizz(JEALOUS!) Never really cool wit me Hoes ya gotta put em up Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im Bout some commers Puttin them guns up For ya lame Take no charges for ya man Toe to toe witcha ho No problem man we can swang bang Bitch! [2nd Verse, Lord Infamous] Well I be damned It's Scarecrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches cuz They ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa I can't get a post, the copper so close Less evil down here by tha dock cuz they think they some coners But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood donors We ridin through India launcher Put dirt in they launcher They dead on the corner we comin real loca I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca They stayin real blow on tha snow Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can The kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix Run on there knees like the purist christian And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn matter you penny or brands We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the Store ?Kalicofalilo? check yo collar [Hook] 2X [3rd Verse, Gangsta Boo] A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo They want me to smile but steady I frown Ain't nothin but gangsta up in me fool For what its worth im takin you bitches main Niggas and dollars he's whinnin' n dinin' his lady So let that steam out yo collar And face reality You can't compare when it come to misses Boo Can't be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money not man So why you playa hatin Ho you need to dig what I peep You wonderin why you ain't bail Cuz you be fuckin for free So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar [4th Verse, Juicy J] Back when I was broke Didn't nobody wanna fuck wit me Hangin wit my nigga D Magic in this property Cypress Garden niggas With them triggers Slangin nuttin but fruit Making junkies flip into a zone Like they on that screw Those was my itles Dan and J. said stick to rap Cuz if you die in that shit Ima get tha gat 3 years past and I finally got a fuckin break Three 6 Mafia, Mystic Stylez Niggas start to hate Fo I started makin cheese Sellin tapes Underground players stay down Now they frown when I come around But im maintaining Still drankin Hatin I can't destroy Every time I ride All I hear is fuck witcha boy [Hook] 2X Draped up and dripped out Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho Draped up and dripped out Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!