Jealous Ass Bitches Lyrics - Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis - Three 6 Mafia

DJ Paul] 

Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches! 

Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches! 

Jealous ass bitches! 

[Chorus - repeat 4X] 

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout 

Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho! 

[DJ Paul] 

We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho 

My killas and playas 

These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes 

These niggas being 

They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing 

Some hating bitches but not seein 

We goin after you enemies 

Anger is all in me 

Infared and feel these 

Graspin another clip 

Cross outs 

Or get tossed out 

On that pizzacks 

Slammed to the pavement 

For a fizz (JEALOUS!) 

Never really cool wit me 

Hoes ya gotta put em up 

Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im 

bout some commers 

Puttin them guns up 

For ya lame 

Take no charges for ya man 

Toe to toe witcha hoe 

No problem man we can swang bang Bitch! 

[ScareCrow] 

Well I be damned 

We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches 'cause 

Its ScareCrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa 

they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka 

I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa 

I can't get a post, the copper so close 

Less evil down here by tha dock 'cause they think they some coners 

But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood doners 

Put dirt in they launcher 

We ridin through India launcher 

They dead on the corner we comin real loca 

I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca 

They stayin real blow on tha snow 

Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can 

The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand 

And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn matter you penny or brands 

These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix 

Run on there knees like the purist christian 

We dont have to been that great 'cause its no smoking the 

store Kalicofalilo? check yo collar 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Gangsta Boo] 

A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo 

Aint nothin but gangsta up in me fool 

They want me to smile but steady I frown 

Niggaz and dollars he's whinnin diamond his lady 

For what its worth im takin you bitches main 

So let that steam out yo collar 

And face reallity 

You cant compare when it come to misses Boo 

Cant be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches 

I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can 

From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money now man 

So why you playa hatin 

Ho you need to dig what I peep 

You wonderin why you aint bail 

'cause you be fuckin for free 

So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar 

I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar 

Back when I was broke 

[Juicy J] 

didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me 

Magic in this property 

hangin wit my nigga D. 

snipers gaurdin niggas 

wit them triggers 

slangin nuttin but fruit 

like they on that screw 

making junkies flip into a zone 

those was my itles 

Dan and J. said stick to rap 

ima get tha gat 

'cause if you die in that shit 

3 years past and I finnaly got a fuckin break 

3-6 Mafia missed the styles 

niggas start to hate 

fo i started makin cheese 

sellin tapes 

underground players stay down 

now they frown when I come around 

but im maintaining 

still drankin 

hatin I cant destroy 

every time I ride 

All I hear is fuck witcha boy 

[Chorus 2X] 

Draped up and dripped out 

Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho 

Draped up and dripped out 

Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho