[Chorus: Juicy J]
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
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no n***a make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Now n***a all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch I'm holdin' up this Glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy ho
Yeah 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: Juicy J]
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]
We came to move the fucking 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
We should hypnotize
Instigate a fight
Fire in my eyes, Soze, Lucky, Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till it's judgment night
[Verse 4: La Chat]
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
Mane, motherfuck it, pass the gat we gonna rumble and shit
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha 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 cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some anna
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real

[Chorus: Juicy J]
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