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Young Chop - I Ain't Gotta Say Shit Lyrics

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
That pistol heavy, got me walking with a gangsta limp
Fn bullets big enough to sink a fucking ship
Just ask them pussy niggas that you hanging with
Put that pistol to yo head, we dont aim and miss
You bitches wont do nothing but a lot of talk
And if they find you in the river, thats not my fault
30 thousand on the stripper, Im just fuckin off
Put a price on you head, Im like fuck the cost
Put some niggas on they feet, I wont have to pay
Put the word on the streets, you wont last a day
Pussy niggas want beef, thats a super size
Go to war with Juicy J, thats a suicide
And they wont find yo body for a couple of weeks
Meanwhile Im touring, fucking groupie bitches over seas

[Hook]
You got yo niggas with you, but they aint goin say shit
Got money ice on me, nigga aint goin take shit
Send them goons at ya, I aint gotta say shit
(I aint gotta say shit)
You got yo niggas with you, but they aint goin say shit
Got money ice on me, nigga aint goin take shit
Send them goons at ya, I aint gotta say shit
(I aint gotta say shit)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bunch of goons on deck, bunch of twos on deck
Shoot you front close range, dont die, you blessed
Got an angel on your side, got God in your corner
You a bitch in your hood aint nobody got any money
All this money in my pocket, how this pistol goin fit
12 gauge on the seat, with the pistol grip
Me and my shooters hit your block and shut it down
You niggas aint no killas, yall a bunch of clowns
Spray everything up, couple hundred rounds, get everybody touched
Surround your house, no running out
Try to leave, you fucked
Thats real talk, no secrets
Thats how we handle that beef shit
Drop yo ass in the Mississippi, with shoes made out of cement

[Hook]



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