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Shut Ya Mouth, b**** Lyrics

(feat. H.C.P)

Shut ya mouth shut ya mouth shut shut ya mouth b**** [8x]
shut ya mouth [repeated til fade]
[Chorus]
Shut ya mouth b**** shut ya mouth b****
before a n**** hit yo a** in the mouth b****
Shut ya mouth b**** shut ya mouth b****
before a n**** hit yo a** in the mouth b****
Shut ya mouth b**** shut ya mouth b****
before a n**** hit yo a** in the mouth b****
Shut ya mouth b**** shut ya mouth b****
cuz you know it's going down in the south b****

[Project Pat]
n**** down here on and you suckas mane
but don't get crazy cuz you knows we keep the auto-mag
you pushing daisy's never the false s*** I spit the facts
cuz dogg I'm knowing I pull on ya b**** I'm riding phat
that hoe is going we the trillest of the trilly trill
you suckas muggin staying down about a milly mil
this ghetto thuggin got me paid
cowards running lipers
they say I'm flossin hoe my name tasting like some s****r
went in your jaw and throw these bullets straight at'cha grill
commits to walking from the scenary I keeps it real
I do no talking just stupitity I let ya squeal
you get the squaking up in yo yard with the wood dogg
38 barking see yo tounges and the root of evil
thats in the bible dig and dirt there should be no sequel
thats to your t**le rumors leakin out like a faucet
stank like a burger with some onions or some hot gossip for that i murda
[Chorus (4x)]

[DJ Paul]
See I'm the king of the M slash C.E.O of Memphis
riding hundred thousand dollar cars and feeling so d*** p*****h
I'm the reason why you boys went back to your old style
I'ma hit you were it hurt cuz Dj Paul so d*** wild
I know a bullshit n**** that should of been born dead
fake as a superman movie I put some led in his head
bogus as counterfit money my police n**** did hunta
dropping dimes is his hobby now I want his ho I hit

[Juicy J]
I used to ride with the illest straight killa n***** D-boys
rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture
like if ya on ya last bag sprinkle little bit of weed
in a blunt cuz a n**** had to stretch the figgas money
don't grow on trees so we had to stack the cheese
n***** out here phonie have ya spooked to slang the keys
mane I'm like a diner thief asking n***** pass the piece
cowards out here hating on me
check the hook this ain't a please f*****
[Chorus (4x)]

[Crunchy Blac]
What's the buisness what's the buisness
when ya see C.B it big buisness
I don't wanna here no m****f***in shiznet
just get over there and get the s*** b****
n***** clapping and clapping
n***** jamming you up
I'ma let off some shots and scream in gats we trust
ain't no f****** with me ain't no f****** with us
and if ya f****** with us we put ya body in dust

[Frayser Boy]
I got my glock in my hand I got my hand on my glock
so if a n**** get wrong mane then a n**** get popped
cuz mane I bet you gone drop
dogg when I close down your shop
so when you out in the public best hang around you a cop
so you can have you some protection
cuz mane the s*** get so hectic
and when I come in yo present n**** you better respect it
Frayser Boy I unload on one of you b****** though
no understanding when you try to play me like a little hoe fasho

[Chorus (4x)]
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