(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)
(lord infamous)
As i cut, guts poor
Blood washes from the shore
To da sand, as a thousand veins,
Center through my hand,
Can i whip, stand a man
From the underland of pain
As his brains, hit the grains
And i bury the remains, from my face
Pissin through a b**hes ???,
Infamous bring out the sack of the serial k**as
Triple six murderers
Now leave it enough, whenever you come
They be ready to cook, now rev up the hood
And these n***as could to be these infamous could
And the mafia villains would f** up a rookie
Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugs, get done
And bloody up your mug
Because we really love to make a stand
It's the high capitol make me touch a man
I got the scope, and not the kind that k**s bad
Breath
I got the kind that like to f** up ya good health
Everybody in this b**h lets tear some sh** up
Tear da club up thugs
On ya spot, put'm 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