Scarface, Z-Ro, Bun B - Bitch Nigga lyrics

Nigga don't act like he don't
Know who I'm talkin' bout

(Fifty-Cent piece drops on table)

It's your worst day, run and tell somebody
It's your worst day
It's your worst day, run and tell somebody
It's your worst day

What it is?, nigga!
You don't wanna get involved with this here
Nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a bitch nigga!
Look at yourself and then analyze me!
This motherfucking G
It's the flossy, you got girl draws and
Girl flaws and, a braud nigga!
I peeped your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I hang men
Play the game to win all mission play on ten
Scarface 'finna do it again
Mash you nigga, stash them niggas
Don't make me upstrap and blast you niggas
Once again, it's a only if you must I do it
Lock you in my scope and
Blast your ass through it i'mma poet
The image and the style that you used to
Cus' you don't keep it real like you used to
A OG, SA, fool to the hole fa'sho
So niggas slow your motherfucking roll
'Fore I come through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me
And shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

You a Snitch Nigga
When you rat on yo friends bitch Nigga
When you still be in pads with yo kin
You'z a Snitch Nigga
Running when the drama go's down
You was ballin' at first what happened
To the man in the south you a Snitch Nigga
Specializin' at bumpin' ya gums bitch Nigga
Countin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
Snitch Nigga
Ain't you tired of running your mouth
And you can go home
'fore the Devil run in your house

Now snitch fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't mess with friends
Unless it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto
Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Looking for head shots
Cuz bitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
What you scared for?
What happened to all the tough ass talk
The way you was bumpin'
I thought you had a taste for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here
Starvin' for his ass
Whippin', chiefin', with a magician then
Drippin' out his ass, listen
I'll be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well pull my 40 out of holster
And do this snitch fella on his back
WHOA!, look how I handled this 44
My conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!
Murder Mo!
And these snitch fellas on "How I'm
Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a restraining order
Against "Murder IN-C" this how we ride
And ain't never gon' make a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked
I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool

It's Bun B I go back-a
Like "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I back-slap a, back packer
From here to CakalackaCarolina's
Wack cracka, short stopper or dope beginner
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter
Bring the heater get you wetter (get you
Wetter)
We can flip the caliber magnum hanger
Step a bear off in his chest
You better hope I don't land one
If I cock the bitch backaim it at your chest
It'll be piece before they even find
The pieces to your vest
We relievers of ya stressease ya fame
Put this pistol in your mouth
You better lead them treason games
Now when ya momma warned ya about
Bun and he's insane
Kill a kid over a quarter
Who just keeps plain
Now watch this kids plain
'fore you fuckin with the triller
Z-Ro the young guerilla
And Face the born killa (Bitch Nigga)
Bend around in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You here the sounds you spark for the floor