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When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1
01. Intro
02. 44 Killers (interlude)
03. Sippin’ on Some Syrup
04. Weak Azz Bitch
05. Just Like Us
06. I’m So Hi
07. Mafia Niggaz
08. Hook Up W/ Hoes (skit)
09. From da Back
10. Fuck Y’all Hoes
11. Where da Cheese At
12. Tongue Ring
13. Barrin’ You Bitches
14. Whatcha Know
15. Act Like You Know Me (Point ’Em Out)
16. Take a Bump
17. Touched Wit It
18. M.E.M.P.H.I.S.
19. Just Anotha Crazy Click
20. Who Run It
21. Put Ya Signs
22. What’s Next (outro)
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 and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes
I ain't never shead 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 ho
Yeah 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

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, Soze, 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 bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
Mane, motherfuck it, pass the gat we gonna rumble and 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 ho 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 anna
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