Artist: Frayser Boy f/ Juicy J Album: Gone on That Bay Song: Young Niggaz Typed by: MannATlpimp57@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist (talking) You lucky this is personal nigga... I ain't gonna kill you ova no woman Don't you ever in your fuckin' life bite hand that feed you nigga [Juicy J] Juicy J this Juicy J that You know what I put have you niggaz In the game you know what I'm sayin From day one you betta check yo muthafuckin Self nigga fuck you bitches Cross ass no good sorry excuse For A Real Nigga! [Chorus - 2X] We gettin wild in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz We gettin buck in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz We gettin crazy in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz We gettin krunk in da club maine they can't control us young niggaz [Frayser Boy] I got a ass whoopin recipe if you next to me It can get real messy G if you testin me Imma grown maine can't nothin earn the respect life my tone can Young niggaz in the club sippin on some bud Throwin chairs maine not giving a fuck Frayser Boy all in this bitch nigga I don't give a shit Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh Sippin on this cron this time I'm not so friskay Im bout to bust a cowards head nigga don't you tempt mae Drunk as fuck they why I'm buck my attitude is shittay Reppin Bay so don't you play Memphis is the citay Take a bitch beat a bitch drama Imma handle it Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous Have you in some bandages When you in the poppin shot If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot [Chorus] [Juicy J] Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends Who dat boy who that bitch who da one I know is lame Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill Niggaz dreams gave them level steems whats the deal Why yo skill is to take me out bitch I'm like a shield Made of steel and I will kill but I'm bout this meal Is it cash cause the fast cash got you niggaz mad Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or two shouldnt been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push the gate back you push my last button ain nigga scared boy I ain't neva ran back down from you crossers bitch I never can [Chorus]