Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit?

[DJ Paul] Wooo Hypnotize Minds Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Lil Wyte We about to take over this motherfucking club Choices 2 In your face nigga What you know about that Mafia [Chorus: DJ Paul] Who the fuck you playing with Who the fuck you playing with Who the fuck you playing with Who the fuck you playing with Nigga get hard boy and get smacked like a bitch Bitch get hard hoe and get wooped like a nigga Who the fuck you playing with Who the fuck you playing with Who the fuck you playing with Who the fuck you playing with Nigga get hard boy and get smacked like a bitch Bitch get hard hoe and get wooped like a nigga [Lil' Wyte] Aw shit They done fucked up and unleashed the beast My lyrics flowing with danger and without love for the streets I have to pay attention to everything that I say Cause this punk ass bitches and faggots take this shit the wrong way So I'ma lay my cards out face up so you can see them Leave your bottom dollar on you cause all you will be needing Grip you Glock call your shots Grip your nuts and call the cops When it is ana I don't see that there is any reason to stop [DJ Paul] You see I just got the pistol grip AR-15 And it is still shooting them fucking 2-2-3's From 200 yards I still got my enemies Hit your pineapple make a bitch nigga bleed My marty griffin shooting 5 football fields 50 cal some (pause) don't want to feel With my berretta C-X-4 Rung your doorbell Pop your ass through the door Bitch [Chorus] [Juicy J] I done told you cowards I ain't going for that shit That you talk on your mix tape He say she say bullshit Radio play Niggas all on the air Talking about Hypnotize ain't pay them ain't fair Check your contract and tell them where your funds at Balling out in ATL smoking weed And sipping on that cognac Ain't no bitch bitch I'ma have to tell you Ain't no rapper no nigga in a gang or a group Gonna stop this playa from getting my cheese If I'm selling coke keys or chronic pounds of weed What you know about standing in a courthouse About to get judged by twelve white folks life sentence What you know about niggas in the hood ain't change If you turn your back your main nigga put it to your brain What you know about dissing on a cd that's old Cause I told you bitches I ain't going no more [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] If a bitch talk shit She can suck a nigga dick If a nigga wanna fight He can bring the fucking shit Nigga know who I'm with Triple motherfucking six You can think that I am playing but I ain't playing bitch I can give it to you slow I can give it to you quick If you bitches want some more Then come and get and get it bitch Got a whole bunch of bullets And I promise I will spit them Niggas know C-B from the one-hitter quitter [Frayser Boy] Know some real Know some fake Got some love Got some hate Know some with it Know some cowards Some smoke weed Some snort powder Some ride Chevys Some ride Lacs Some sell pills Some sell crack Some they thieves Some they killers Bay Area attack Have no biz if you wanna killer make your fucking move Dammit jeers when I get you nigga doing what I do Get my point across when I mask up and ride out Pack your bags smash the gas best bet to hide out Bitch [Chorus]