(Lord Infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot
Fresh out the box
The crowd so live
They comin' in flocks
(All)
Cuz, it's big business, it big business b**h
It's big business, it big business b**h (X2)
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
As I cut, guts poor
Blood washes from the shore
To the sand, as a thousand veins
Slither through my hand
Can I withstand a man
From the underland of pain
As his brains, hit the grains
And I bury the remains, with my fangs
Piercing through a b**hes jugular
Infamous bang with psychotic serial k**ers
The triple six murderers
Not leaving enough to put in a tea cup
When I'm ready to cook, and I rip up the hook
Cause these n***as be took bout that Infamous crook
And the Mafia villains would f** up a rookie
Drop him to his knees with a N-I-N-E
Slug, gets dug
And bloody up your mug
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high capper don't make me touch ya mane
I got the scope, but not the kind that k**s bad breath
I got the kind that likes to f** up ya good health
Everybody in this b**h lets rip some sh** up
Tear da club up thugs
On ya spot, put 'em up
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(D. J. Paul)
I k**, k**, k**
I murder, murder, murder
Hater's in my face
Watch a n***a hurta
40, 40, cal
I pull out my back pocket
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out a socket
Range, Range, Range
Rover, Rover, Rover
Blow this f**in' task
Police pull me over
But I blast on these hoes
Cause I'm too f**in dangerous
Prophet the Posse
I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
k**in all you n***a's is a easy task
You fools that last
I bullet proof a mazz on dat a**, I dash
To yo muthaf**in crib
Soon as I find out where you live
Flashlights see yo face
Mario a murder case
Roamin through the muthaf**in Black Haven area
Prophet is my Posse, I doubt you see something scarer
Plenty talk sh**, but they ain't nothing but
Characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I wanna grab a n***a by his neck
Drag him to my f**in set
Take a n***a blow, and his cheese, and dem cigarettes
Put the gun up to his nose
Tie him up from head to toe
Strap his body in a bag
Throw him in a fire
Call my n***a's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this muthaf**er runnin'
sh**
If you want to playa hate the click
Then your done with
Know'n we ain't going b**h
Makin' fakers dig a ditch
Scare familys in the night
Make'm pull the panic switch
Comin like Titanic trick
Holycaust wit a grip
Crazyndalazdaz I'm bout to have a f**in fit
Hold me back don't let me go
I'm high as hell and on the road
n***a I break off in ya house
And boot yo baby wit a pole
Lunatic superstitious, on the corner like I'm pimpin
If I see ya on the block, I'm f**in
f**in wit the quickness
(Lord Infamous)
You got the thugs on ya spot