Mouth Write A Check Lyrics - Frayser Boy

[Chorus] 

Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash 

Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast 

Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad 

Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past 

I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit 

But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split 

Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him 

A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga 

There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here 

I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip 

A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand 

Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land 

The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest 

His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest 

Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress 

Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less 

I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect 

And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech 

Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe 

Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe 

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Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash 

Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast 

Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad 

Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past 

Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash 

Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast 

Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad 

Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past 

When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down 

Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown 

I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest 

I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya 

Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho 

I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas 

like some bitches when I step up in this thang 

All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes 

You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles 

Now you running while I'm gunning 

Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter 

Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya 

Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast 

I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas 

Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes 

Blow yo ass off ?????????? 

Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport 

Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report 

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Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash 

Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast 

Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad 

Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past 

Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash 

Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast 

Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad 

Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past 

Now fuck this goddamn talking 

Make you bitches bring the pain 

Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain 

You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe 

I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve 

I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking 

Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken 

You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam 

But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat 

Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig 

My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch 

Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do 

Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew 

Superman stick your chest out 

And watch this 38 slug blow your back out 

Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead 

I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead