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lirik lagu who’s tha m.f. – juvenile

n-gg- just came home from jail, look how he played me
kicked my door down, took my sh-t an’ tied up my ol’ lady
now, i’m just kick back broke, poverty is still in my head hurtin’
‘cuz i know this n-gg- gotta be killed

my good side tellin’ me let ’em slide
‘cuz he ain’t worth ’bout my bad side
tell me to kill ’em ‘cuz he deserve no mercy
follow my bad side and put a feelin’ through healin’

any motherf-cker seekin’ his business relentless
thoughts goin’ through my mind, n-gg- had tried to shine
i would be ’bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind
in the front door actin’ a donkey wit tha 44

let a funky sn-tched the money, handle business to momo
tired of havin’ nothin’, wearin’ my brother’s clothes
many times i got drove by n-gg-s in front of hoes
you know how it be dog, you ain’t been ballin’ all your life

you was ’round dat b-tch, still dirty stealin’ bikes
buildin’ escape mobile all fixin’ the grilled cheese
in the store breakin’ snaps crown derby a key

who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka

you lil’ boys runnin’ wanna do somethin’, c’mon
i gotta somethin’ fo’ lil’ b-tch -ss, your potnas and your grandma
‘cuz i’m on a killa, playa, hata type boy you, don’t ask me
none of that [unverified] but i’ll take a lil’ of dat [unverified]

step and i’ll cut your breath short like it’s bestis
should’ve had your mama sayin, “lord, mama child loved ’em”
they say i’m losin weight, boy what’s wrong wit you?
i’m hungry and i’m broke, now brake me off wit a bone or two

i know a n-gg- should be good for that, ha?
but all that n-gg- had told is i ain’t got it right now
lil’ b-tch, you not my, ’round you hoes lay it down
lemme get dat out, your potnas better me than them coppas

fo’ sho’ yo’ hoe, tried to crown me on the block
you probably would’ve got me put dat nine wouldn’t stop
a witness scored a bag ‘cuz your boy tried to slam me
out chip -ss sellin’ whammies, busta won’t see his family

i let dat n-gg- slide ‘cuz i been in his shoes too
like 24/7 breath smellin’ like beaucoup

who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka

i’m runnin’ wit dat gal that’s after [unverified] n-gg-s wit six figgas
to get wit his sign us a [unverified] wit no repayin’
now, i’m in it lay wit ’em it violate ten and f-ck ’em juv
set up his to conduct an att-tude

look here, how many of you n-gg-s ready to start big tymin’?
look here, how many of you n-gg-s wanna be ridin’ reclinin’
diamonds be shinin’, sippin’ on heineken’s, your mind was in a trance
probably takin’ a chance to his baddest police

you kill in the peete and make a million a piece
and we’ll got off of the streets in there a house in the east
i know the answer is no, so up into my dad
i’m screamin’, “f-ck yo'”, clangin’ tha five doe

look here, when i was young i didn’t hardly know sh-t
bigga ballin’ would get the medocore n-gg- noticed
so i approach like i was coached refuse in the gun
gangs could be over come if you silence your tongue

my name went after chosen one threw out the slump
sense of envy up in these other mennies brains i [unverified]

who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka
who’s tha m-th-ph-cka? i’m tha m-th-ph-cka

- juvenile

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