Mean Mug Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

These snitchin' niggas claim we dealin' 

Told the folks we pimpin' women 

But a nigga ain't gone livin', locked up in a fed building 

All in my fuckin' face, all up on my fuckin' case 

I'm about to take some names, bodies gone get bucked and hanged 

Haters we ain't barrin' you, y'all done pressed the panic fuse 

Nigga, we ain't been cool, never have I fucked wit' you 

Neither do ya fuck wit' me, on yo deals, smoke yo trees 

Playa I'ma make yo bleed for them Z's or them Ki's 

Now all these niggas downin' me is some bitches 

Mane, I got models 

(Hoe) 

I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow 

(Hoe) 

You smilin' in my face but I'm knowin' yo grin ain't good 

(Hoe) 

I steady hear ya claimin' but you ain't from my hood 

(Hoe) 

The real BHZ niggas keepin' they mouth shut 

(Bitch) 

Ain't spreadin' no rumors or droppin' salt up on a thug 

(Bitch) 

I'm knowin' ya broke, but no excuses for actin' like a kid 

Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin' you ready for war dig 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

Why you bitches got your mug on me 

Is it because I'm being me? 

Tryna protect yo image, nigga bust if you ain't diggin' me 

Bitch, I don't even like you mane, comin' from lady gangsta mane 

Cut yo CD off,step right in to my location mane 

Memphis, Tennessee, BHZ, all up in my blood 

Shake ya load off, why ya yellin' quote unquote a thug 

Nigga anyway, I don't dig niggas in denial 

Wit' ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time 

Why you in my grill playa, get the fuck away from me hoe 

All my niggas be on blow, ready to snap you bitches throat 

Y'all be lettin' these tapes fool you like I am joke 

Watch me put you in a choke, never let you niggas go 

Trick ass biotch, listen close, do you feel it's you? 

Do you feel it's you that I'm talkin' to? What you gone do? 

Come and wreck my shit, I got niggas wreckin' shit 

I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a fuckin' lick, biotch 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

So you call yourself a gangsta mutherfucka you bitch 

La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta shit 

You talk a lot of shit killa, can you back it up though 

Them boys can't help you, when I buck them hollow points at you hoe 

Now have you ever killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains 

Or have you cut the body up and fed your dog the remains? 

See scandalous is how I'm labeled 'cuz I ain't takin' shit 

I be that bitch so quick to click, remove your face from your wig 

Now if you wanna fuck wit' me I'll take you bitches to war 

Just leave ya place and address nigga, I'll be there at your door 

It ain't no need yo mammy beggin' way too late for the kids 

I told you bitches from the jump, you shouldn't have did what you did 

So what's up killa? Shit, what's up, what's up? 

I thought you was tough, not tough enough to drop on up 

Now I got that pump at your guts 

So if you got your mug on me I'm takin' that as a threat 

La Chat gone ride down on you hoes and put that tec to ya neck, hoe 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel 

Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile 

But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style 

Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand 

If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel