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MJG Lil Jon 8Ball and East Side Boyz - White Meat Lyrics




[Eightball]
Full of all kinda drugs high as a giraffe
Pussy nigga better not get too close, Nigga better not try and push me
We got them thangs, I mean them things that go bang bang
Don't give a f*ck who you with, don't give a f*ck if you got some change
Take your necklace, take your watch, take your diamond rangs
Way back in the game, when a nigga use to have sell rock cocaine
Right now today, I'ma grab the mic and bring the pain
Go f*cking insane, everything I say go straight to ya brain
Lil Jon on the beat, bout'a tear this bitch up out the frame
You better leave if you thing you just a little lame
Tuck your chain don't get caught when this here song come on
Look at my face, that's gon' tell you niggas something wrong

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas don't like me (like me)
I know you boys want to fight me (fight me)
I know where your kids and yo wife be (wife be)
Buss a nigga head till da white meat (meat) [Repeat: x2]

[MJG]
Real killers, tough niggas, loud mouth rough niggas
Can't stay out'a handcuff niggas ain't enough niggas
Toughen up niggas, I'm a, artillery specialist
Never da f*cking less I get pimping naturally effortless
Coming up outta regions where motherf*ckers is needing
MJG to speak for 'em, continue to see for 'em
I ran the street with 'em, concrete defeat with 'em
I made them hoes pick 'em, I made them go, stick 'em
Pimp tight, MJ, f*cking GM, luckily
Married to this 45, under my f*cking seat
Talking, pulling pistols out and shooting never shook me
You boys can't hook me listen what the hook be

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon] (Lil Bo and Big Sam)
We ain't scared'a f*ck niggas, we ain't scared'a whole cliques
F*ck them niggas, take they hoes, and they muthaf*cking shit
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em)
We ain't scared'a f*ck niggas, we ain't scared'a whole cliques
F*ck them niggas, take they hoes, and they muthaf*cking shit
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em)
You think you bad nigga, (WHAT), You think you hard nigga, (what)
Yo clique ain't shit, we pull your car nigga, (what)
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, we roll on a pussy nigga
(bird hey) (hey)
I don't give a f*ck nigga, stole on that pussy nigga
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, we roll on a pussy nigga
(bird hey) (hey)
I don't give a f*ck nigga, stole on that pussy nigga
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon]
Oh we some headbussas, oh we some headbussas
We crack a nigga skull, we some head bussas [Repeat: x4]

[Lil Bo and Big Sam]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey(X4)
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[Eightball]
Full of all kinda drugs high as a giraffe
Pussy nigga better not get too close, Nigga better not try and push me
We got them thangs, I mean them things that go bang bang
Don't give a f*ck who you with, don't give a f*ck if you got some change
Take your necklace, take your watch, take your diamond rangs
Way back in the game, when a nigga use to have sell rock cocaine
Right now today, I'ma grab the mic and bring the pain
Go f*cking insane, everything I say go straight to ya brain
Lil Jon on the beat, bout'a tear this bitch up out the frame
You better leave if you thing you just a little lame
Tuck your chain don't get caught when this here song come on
Look at my face, that's gon' tell you niggas something wrong

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas don't like me (like me)
I know you boys want to fight me (fight me)
I know where your kids and yo wife be (wife be)
Buss a nigga head till da white meat (meat) [Repeat: x2]

[MJG]
Real killers, tough niggas, loud mouth rough niggas
Can't stay out'a handcuff niggas ain't enough niggas
Toughen up niggas, I'm a, artillery specialist
Never da f*cking less I get pimping naturally effortless
Coming up outta regions where motherf*ckers is needing
MJG to speak for 'em, continue to see for 'em
I ran the street with 'em, concrete defeat with 'em
I made them hoes pick 'em, I made them go, stick 'em
Pimp tight, MJ, f*cking GM, luckily
Married to this 45, under my f*cking seat
Talking, pulling pistols out and shooting never shook me
You boys can't hook me listen what the hook be

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon] (Lil Bo and Big Sam)
We ain't scared'a f*ck niggas, we ain't scared'a whole cliques
F*ck them niggas, take they hoes, and they muthaf*cking shit
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em)
We ain't scared'a f*ck niggas, we ain't scared'a whole cliques
F*ck them niggas, take they hoes, and they muthaf*cking shit
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em)
You think you bad nigga, (WHAT), You think you hard nigga, (what)
Yo clique ain't shit, we pull your car nigga, (what)
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, we roll on a pussy nigga
(bird hey) (hey)
I don't give a f*ck nigga, stole on that pussy nigga
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, we roll on a pussy nigga
(bird hey) (hey)
I don't give a f*ck nigga, stole on that pussy nigga
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon]
Oh we some headbussas, oh we some headbussas
We crack a nigga skull, we some head bussas [Repeat: x4]

[Lil Bo and Big Sam]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey(X4)
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Writer: MARLON N GOODWIN, CRAIG N LOVE, SAMMIE NORRIS, JONATHAN H SMITH, PREMRO N SMITH
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