Who Da Buckest-Juicy J

Who Da Buckest - Juicy J (Juicy J) The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up We gonna f**k the motherf**kin clubs up The f**kin Liquids, know what I'm sayin The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's! (Chorus: Project Pat) Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down (X2) (Juicy J) The first ni**a wanna step Gonna meet his death First I hit the ni**a wit a right, then I swing a left Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet Boy you gon respect Real playaz when it comes to that Knowin this ain't slavery but ni**a we gon hang your neck How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat Shoot at your b**ch a** like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that Bring it on ni**a to this motherf**kin M-Town Click click boom then you feel your body fall down Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas Robbers, killaz, d**e boyz, rapists Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya a** stankin Pimp slap ya a**, momma boy, fell the rugar So f**kin sweet, I should probably call you sugar (Chorus: Project Pat) Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down (X2) (LaChat) Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a b**ch Steady mobbin wit a mug Yeah this thug Startin sh*t Ni**a what b**ch, what? Get the f**k up out my way Throwin bows, pushin hoes Lettin you know I'm in the place It's whateva, get it done Hope you cowards, got a gun I'm a ride until I die Makin b**ches out here run You can run if you wanna Where you run is where you die I'm a break me off a prada stick your a** in the eye It's Chat, you got beef All this animosity Look here mane, I'm a aim Shoot that thang For playin me You a killa B**ch ni**a Never have you pulled a trigger You got hoe off in your blood When it rain, hoe you shiver Have you ever seen a b**ch come through the door and take the floor Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe Breakin laws, f**k the law Keep them b**ches out my business I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, b**ch (Chorus: Project Pat) Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down (X2) (Frayser Boy) What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a f**k bout what ya sayin Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin Frayser Boy, I'm comin through Ni**a who the f**k is you? Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo a** til ya blue Throwin that Bay up in the air Ni**a I don't f**kin care Niggaz practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do sh*t but stare Mean muggin in the club and Bout to get yo a** drug and I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo a** down in public I'm the realest of the real Betta ask yo f**kin peeps Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo a** till ya sleep Man this liqour got me geeked You won't see another wink I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat Take your a** up off ya feet Leave yo body with a leak Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach Better step away from reach A** whoopin you gon see Have yo a** like decepticons hollarin retreat (Chorus: Project Pat) Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down (X2)