Mobb Deep - Bitch Ass Nigga Lyrics

Mobb Deep Juvenile Hell cover art
publisher: ©Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Kerwin E. Young, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Paul Shabazz
release date: 1993-4-13
popularity : 44 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
length: 3:25
producer: Kerwin “Sleek” Young and Paul Shabazz
***** *** ***** yo it's time to pull the trigga
I might be small but **** with bein bigga
*****s want to throw with that bullshit but step aside
Pull out the four five and kill him **********in dead

Pump his *** with lead
Never fakin moves ************ run the jewels
Buckwild blowin *****z out the frame
Matter fact don't call me shorty kid you know my name

So next time you see me you better duck me
'Cause I don't give a **** G
Catch wreck with the tec then I'm out like quick sex
Who's next, ***** *** *****?

[Repeat: x4]
***** *** *****, nah you don't want none

Kick it when I'm wicked and all smoked out
The little ***** that gets on your nerves so read about
You say yo shorty trauma, what's all the drama?
I shoot em up like their last name was Farmer

Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got beef then I got it for self

And if I catch a body, I catch it for self
To me, murder is good for the health
Little man paranoid, Mr. Schizophrenic
Thirty-five *****z want to funk, don't panic

Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin like a man
Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan
That's how I see it if I gotta die so be it
But maybe one day, my luck'll run out though

Until then, I couldn't give a **** yo
Little shorty one time, I'm goin all out for mines
'Cause there won't be a next time
So what you want to do punk, back up a little

Gimme some space, I'm hittin hearts, street sweeper
A little crazed ***** from the streets
Raised in the ghetto, I'm puttin out heads yo
I'm open, time to catch wreck, put em in check

Snap his neck, grab his loot then jet
Who's next to be a victim easily ripped up
Get ready to run when I ripped em
drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war

Call me a thug who gets buck when I want more
Maniac react with a tech nine
Hit me up now cause there won't be a next time
Nah you don't want none

[Repeat: x6]
***** *** *****, nah you don't want none

Who's that ***** standin with the jewels?
Throw on my hood, **** back the tool
Just to get a rep, yea you god damn right
Just lick lick shots cause I don't **** with fights

Back on the ave, and five-oh arrive
Chalk on the ground where the ************ died
*****z know who did it but ain't nobody snitchin
No word of to myself, if they do, I'm flippin the script

Settin it off, yo, put em in a dopefiend
and cut em up like protein
The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some *****-*** *****, I'm widdit

You couldn't **** with the skills of the five foot
And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook
You're ****ed up, kid your rap styles sucks
I'm bustin *****z, like my first nut

Should I pull the trigga
Huh, no question

[Repeat: x9]
***** *** *****, nah you don't want none

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Me & My Crew
  • 3 Locked in Spofford
  • 4 Peer Pressure
  • 5 Skit #1
  • 6 Hold Down the Fort
  • 7 Bitch Ass Nigga
  • 8 Hit it from the Back
  • 9 Skit #2
  • 10 Stomp Em Out
  • 11 Skit #3
  • 12 Peer Pressure (The Large Professor remix)
  • 13 Project Hallways
  • 14 Flavor for the Non Believes

  • Album Information
    label: 4th & B’way
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 016244405327
    script: Latin