[Chorus: Project Pat]
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)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
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, Iain't never shead a tear
In your hood bumpin', ridin', with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no n***a make no moves, get you scared, shooked and feared
Y2K hit the clock, so you know the end is near
One call to them killers and you just might disappear

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
A n***a all in my face, hollerin' real, but real soft
Bitch, I'm holdin' up this Glock, 'bout to knock your block off
You're a weak ass bitch and your CD cover show
With your fake ass face, I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy ho
Yean 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 n***a
Now you fake, but I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake, bitch
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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)

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Uh, In the mood a fuckin' crowd, make the speakers pound
If you n***as wild, knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground, tramplin' n***as down
From the dirty South where the n***as like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized, instigator?
Fire in my eyes, Sosa eight, lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight, if you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize, make you sleep 'til it's judgment night

[Verse 4: La Chat]
Talk is cheap, I hear you talkin', but you ain't 'bout your biz
La Chat a Mack, ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin' plastic Gat, we gonna rumblin' shit
Then they gon' hit ya, smith ya, get ya, 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 'cause I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner? Need to show it
Shit, you claim that your real
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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)