Weak Azz Bitch Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill 

Haters talkin' lots of shit, but they scared of the steel 

If you want me come get me, 'cause I'm real with this here 

I ain't scared of none you hoes, I ain't never shed a tear 

In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer 

Ain't no nigga make no moves, get you scared, shook your fear 

Y2K, hit the clock, so you know the ending's near 

One call to them killas and you just might disappear 

Now nigga all in my face, hollin' real but real soft 

Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock, 'bout to knock your block off 

You a weak ass bitch and your CD cover show 

With your fake ass face, I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe 

Yeah, I know, this a triple six city 

All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty 

Just to think you used to be my dog, used to be my nigga 

Now you fake, but I stomp on you trick 

In the grass you little snake bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

Uh, we came to move the fucking crowd 

Make the speakers pound 

If you niggas wild, knock these bitches out 

Rumblin' the ground, tramplin' niggas down 

From the dirty south, where the niggas like it loud 

We should hypnotize, instigate a fight 

Fire in my eyes so sate lucky Frank White 

Ready for the gunfight, if you wanna get high 

Ain't no sympathize, make you sleep till it's judgment night 

Talk is cheap, I hear you talking but you ain't 'bout your biz 

La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch 

My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit 

Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit 

I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you 

Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch, what you gon' do 

I keep my mug 'cuz I'm a thug, I left the twink on my grill 

You got some manner, need to show it 

Shit you claim that your real 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch 

When I say weak ass, you say bitch 

Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch