Whatcha Starin' At Lyrics - Last 2 Walk - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah i see you pussy niggas (i see ya) 

I see all yall pussy niggas (i see all you fucken niggas) 

Checken us out and shit(yeah) 

Nigga always wanna hate on mutha fucken nigga(always fucken haten) 

Cause a nigga got theses hoes (know what im talken about)I got em all 

Got these five golds in my mouth(yeey know) 

Im smoken that good weed 

And i got plenty of mutha fucken money(fuck nigga) 

Chrous x2 

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at) 

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at) 

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at) 

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at) 

Project pata pistol packa skull craka 

In the vip buying goose like a choppa 

Green smoka purple cush blunt rolla 

Always needen change im a big face folda 

Dope holden 44 is enforcen 

A punk tried me once left him headless like a horsemen(horsemen) 

Watcha lookin at boy as im walkin by 

in the club in my face bout to blow my high 

pop the pill why you mugen and im grooven 

unless you wanna die my nigga keep it movin 

Cause we shoot first and ask questions later 

Had your skull leaking like a busted tomater 

Chrous x2 

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at) 

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at) 

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at) 

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at) 

Every body in my click we dra- a -ank 

Every body in my click got ba -a -ank 

Everybody in my click we ba -a -all 

Gold teeth niggas comin strait from no -o -orth 

Every day we hustlin just like rick ro -o -oss 

Every day we strugglin and every day we snu -u -ull 

These niggas cant fuck my hood we de -e -eep 

The last thing youll see is the bottom of my fe -e -eet 

Now let my fame begin im born and breed up in the city of sin 

The dirty dime know that memphis ten 

where my niggas get doe, stuff the white up they nose 

Take the cush break down sprinkle it sacred loads 

Where the homies ride high with the pump (in the) back 

sometimes might ride with a body (in the) back 

when we clinked in the club outside aint jokin 

In the parkin lot our guns (eveerp)are smoken (smoken) 

Chrous x2 

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at) 

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at) 

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at) 

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)