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    "Bitch Nigga" Lyrics

    Scarface feat. Bun B and Z-Ro

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    feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro

    [Talking]
    Nigga don't act like he don't know who I'm talkin' bout

    (Fifty-Cent piece drops on table)
    [Coinciding With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin']

    [Scarface]
    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'ma poet
    The image and the style that you used to
    Cuz you don't keep it real like you used to
    A O.G., S.A., 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

    [Chorus: Scarface]
    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

    [Verse: Z-Ro]
    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 I-N-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

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Bun B]
    It's Bun B I go back-a like 'Atlanta Black Crackers'
    I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina'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 back..aim it at your chest
    It'll be piece before they even find the pieces to your vest
    We relievers of ya stress..ease 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

    [Chorus]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Bernard Freeman, Brad Jordan, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Mike Dean.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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