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here goes ludacris's verse



Dis bitch dat hoe let see you pussy bitch come through wit a donation that will
Make you rich bigga lips
On the pussy let me see you blow a kiss in the back wit the yak while they
Blowi on ludacris i can see it
In your eyes give me the pussy for a burger and some fries and they always
Wonder why cause i put em'
In the room and i get em so fuckin high, luda i'm so true to smokin that stanky
Buda my pinky's shining wit
Diamonds my index is on the roga all of these hoes on the scene they just call
Me freddie kruga the boogie
Man oogie woogie give me that ooga booga you can't deny no passin by it you got
To try it i'm number one
Public enemy power got to fight it i have my gun and my identity started a
Fuckin riot we havin fun it some
Senities pussy like it buy it

[chorus: juicy j + lachat]
[juicy j] it's my baby mama (yeanknow) i want child support
She get boyfriend checks, but i stay in court
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
[lachat] it's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why i can't stand em'

[verse 1: juicy j]
Man this freak has got me stressin' in the court i must confessin'
Playas try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail i can't be stayin' and my g's you can't be cakin'
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment
Hurr they go you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin' tryna' caress me

[lachat]
All these so-called ballas want me boy i'm styled you know i'm sexy
I'm lachat you see i'm swole got you waitin' at a tole
Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole
See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin'
I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin' in the kitchen
Bake yo' biscuits up from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo' kids juvenile court is where it's at
Where it's at?
Yeanknow? cheese is missin' yean show
And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice i'm mean though

[chorus]

[verse 2: dj paul]
It's dj p and brothas be out we just tryin' to be dawgs
But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk
We kickin' dis off in them dose' and when it's on they gon' run
And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin' cady automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me
Memphis, tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The vision 2 juvenile court is where they had yo' boy
Monthly payments i gotta pay, but i keep comin' short
Now that i'm payin child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn
Spendin' nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo' boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress
Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon' really have to find me
Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey

[chorus]

[verse 3: lachat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what i want is what i get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month

[juicy j]
Pay you cheese i'll give you quarters i'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of dp, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now i see why you be freakin' now i know why you be geekin'
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season

[chorus]

(feat. la chat)

[(hook) - dj paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way shit
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[dj paul]
Now don't you really hate
When somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
That you aint given them the number two
She just a groupie ass
That's all up on your grind
Bustin characters
Puttin shit like you was on my mind
Im hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You wasten yo time
And plus the scats out to fuckin
House of don't be wasten mine
And especially ones
With the pages that be unlimited
Dat do you wrong
Cause they deal
Gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like god damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this nigga bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this bitch
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He don't know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho

[(hook) - dj paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[juicy 'j']
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's
And i love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said i wanna fuck
A two way freak
Her name is rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then i gotta beep from my freak
Named minnie mouse
They call her minnie mouse
She live a couple trees
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit she'll squeak

[(hook) - dj paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[la chat]
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty want some boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You don't have to pay thus
I aint got no time for no
Watchu doin unless its just
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
It's my baby daddy
Tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog that's a no, no
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin threw my two way
Its like scrollin threw my cash flow
Look jack
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Don't know how to act
Gotta two way on yo colar
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
You'll be dat dude
Dat'll make me
Throw my junk into the wall
How you get yo business
Some times its for playas yo
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure daddies worth a hit
Or you when like you responded
I don't mess with two-way tricks

[(hook) 1x music fades]

artist: three 6 mafia f/ project pat
Album: choices the album
Song: they don't fuck wit u
Typed by: flaco520@hotmail.com

(dj paul) [intro repeat 2x]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

(dj paul) [verse 1]
I grab my swatter i swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit t-r-i-p-l, e-s-i-x
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end i like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, i said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life

[verse 2] (juicy j)
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then i'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed

(chorus 2x)
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[verse 3] (project pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? my nigga i gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so i split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', i come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones i hate

[verse 4] (lord infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, god is my witness i don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

Repeat chorus 2x

[verse 5] (koopsta knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i'm seriously pimpin'
Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo bitches than london got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders

[verse 6] (crunchy blac)
My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

Repeat chorus 2x

(til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and i'm blown