Project Pat, H.C.P. - Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch lyrics
[Project Pat, H.C.P. - Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch lyrics]
Shut ya mouth shut ya mouth
Shut shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth (reapted til fade)
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Cuz you know it's going down
In the south bitch
Nigga down here on and you suckas mane
But don't get crazy cuz you knows
We keep the auto mag
You pushing daisy's never the false
Shit I spit the facts
Cuz dogg I'm knowing I pull on
Ya bitch I'm riding phat
That ho is going we the
Trillest of the trilly trill
You suckas muggin staying down
About a milly mil
This ghetto thuggin got me paid
Cowards running lipers
They say I'm flossin ho my
Name tasting like some shiter
Went in your jaw and throw
These bullets straight at'cha grill
Commit's to walking from the scenary
I keeps it real
I do no talking just stupitity
I let ya squeal
You get the squaking up in yo
Yard with the wood dogg
38 barking see yo tounges and
The root of evil
Thats in the bible dig and dirt
There should be no sequel
Thats to your title rumors leakin
Out like a faucet
Stank like a burger with some onions or
Some hot gossip for that I murda
See I'm the king of the
M slash CEO of Memphis
Riding hundred thousand dollar cars and
Feeling so damn pimpish
I'm the reason why you boys went
Back to your old style
I'mma hit you were it hurt cuz
Dj Paul so damn wild
I know a bullshit nigga that
Should of been born dead
Fake as a superman movie I put
Some led in his head
Bogus as counterfit money my
Police nigga did hunta
Dropping dimes is his hobby now I
Want his ho I hit
I used to ride with the
Illest straight killa niggas D-boys
Rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture
Like if ya on ya last bag
Sprinkle little bit of weed
In a blunt cuz a nigga had
To stretch the figgas money
Don't grow on trees so we
Had to stack the cheese
Niggas out here phonie have ya
Spooked to slang the keys
Mane I'm like a diner thief
Asking niggas pass the piece
Cowards out here hating on me
Check the hook this ain't a please faggot
What's the buisness what's the buisness
When ya see CB it big buisness
I don't wanna here no muthafuckin shiznet
Just get over there and get the shit bitch
Niggas clapping and clapping
Niggas jamming you up
I'mma let off some shots and
Scream in gats we trust
Ain't no fucking with me ain't
No fucking with us
And if ya fucking with us we
Put ya body in dust
I got my Glock in my hand I
Got my hand on my Glock
So if a nigga get wrong mane
Then a nigga get popped
Cuz mane I bet you gone drop
Dogg when I close down your shop
So when you out in the public
Best hang around you a cop
So you can have you some protection
Cuz mane the shit get so hectic
And when I come in yo present
Nigga you better respect it
Frayser Boy I unload on one
Of you bitches though
No understanding when you try to play
Me like a little ho fasho chorus
Shut shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth (reapted til fade)
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
Cuz you know it's going down
In the south bitch
Nigga down here on and you suckas mane
But don't get crazy cuz you knows
We keep the auto mag
You pushing daisy's never the false
Shit I spit the facts
Cuz dogg I'm knowing I pull on
Ya bitch I'm riding phat
That ho is going we the
Trillest of the trilly trill
You suckas muggin staying down
About a milly mil
This ghetto thuggin got me paid
Cowards running lipers
They say I'm flossin ho my
Name tasting like some shiter
Went in your jaw and throw
These bullets straight at'cha grill
Commit's to walking from the scenary
I keeps it real
I do no talking just stupitity
I let ya squeal
You get the squaking up in yo
Yard with the wood dogg
38 barking see yo tounges and
The root of evil
Thats in the bible dig and dirt
There should be no sequel
Thats to your title rumors leakin
Out like a faucet
Stank like a burger with some onions or
Some hot gossip for that I murda
See I'm the king of the
M slash CEO of Memphis
Riding hundred thousand dollar cars and
Feeling so damn pimpish
I'm the reason why you boys went
Back to your old style
I'mma hit you were it hurt cuz
Dj Paul so damn wild
I know a bullshit nigga that
Should of been born dead
Fake as a superman movie I put
Some led in his head
Bogus as counterfit money my
Police nigga did hunta
Dropping dimes is his hobby now I
Want his ho I hit
I used to ride with the
Illest straight killa niggas D-boys
Rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture
Like if ya on ya last bag
Sprinkle little bit of weed
In a blunt cuz a nigga had
To stretch the figgas money
Don't grow on trees so we
Had to stack the cheese
Niggas out here phonie have ya
Spooked to slang the keys
Mane I'm like a diner thief
Asking niggas pass the piece
Cowards out here hating on me
Check the hook this ain't a please faggot
What's the buisness what's the buisness
When ya see CB it big buisness
I don't wanna here no muthafuckin shiznet
Just get over there and get the shit bitch
Niggas clapping and clapping
Niggas jamming you up
I'mma let off some shots and
Scream in gats we trust
Ain't no fucking with me ain't
No fucking with us
And if ya fucking with us we
Put ya body in dust
I got my Glock in my hand I
Got my hand on my Glock
So if a nigga get wrong mane
Then a nigga get popped
Cuz mane I bet you gone drop
Dogg when I close down your shop
So when you out in the public
Best hang around you a cop
So you can have you some protection
Cuz mane the shit get so hectic
And when I come in yo present
Nigga you better respect it
Frayser Boy I unload on one
Of you bitches though
No understanding when you try to play
Me like a little ho fasho chorus