Young Niggaz

(talking)
 You lucky this is personal nigga...
 I ain't gonna kill you ova no woman
 Don't you ever in your fuckin' life bite hand that feed you nigga
 (Juicy J)
 Juicy J this Juicy J that
 You know what I put have you niggaz
 In the game you know what I'm sayin
 From day one you betta check yo muthafuckin
 Self nigga fuck you bitches
 Cross ass no good sorry excuse For A Real Nigga!
 (Chorus - 2X)
 We gettin wild in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz
 We gettin buck in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz
 We gettin crazy in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz
 We gettin krunk in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz
 (Frayser Boy)
 I got a ass whoopin recipe if you next to me
 It can get real messy G if you testin me
 Imma grown maine can't nothin earn the respect life my tone can
 Young niggaz in the club sippin on some bud
 Throwin chairs maine not giving a fuck
 Frayser Boy all in this bitch nigga I don't give a shit
 Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh
 Sippin on this cron this time I'm not so friskay
 Im bout to bust a cowards head nigga don't you tempt mae
 Drunk as fuck they why I'm buck my attitude is shittay
 Reppin Bay so don't you play Memphis is the citay
 Take a bitch beat a bitch drama Imma handle it
 Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous
 Have you in some bandages
 When you in the poppin shot
 If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot
 (Chorus)
 (Juicy J)
 Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin
 On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends
 Who dat boy who that bitch who da one I know is lame
 Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name
 Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill
 Niggaz dreams gave them level steems whats the deal
 Why yo skill is to take me out bitch I'm like a shield
 Made of steel and I will kill but I'm bout this meal
 Is it cash cause the fast cash got you niggaz mad
 Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav
 You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or
 two shouldnt been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push
 the gate back you push my last button
 ain nigga scared boy I ain't neva ran back down from you crossers
 bitch I never can
 (Chorus)