[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Whatcha n***as wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Talkin all that f**in sh**)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Coward a** b**hes)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Whatcha n***as wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Talkin all that f**ing sh**)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Fighting n***as over a b**h)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(f** you motherf**in hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
[Juicy J]
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, b**h we the murderers
[Crunchy Black]
Triple six is the clique, why y'all n***as keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a n***a posse up and come and getcha b**h
Grab that n***a by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that n***a go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four
[Lord Infamous]
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
b**h a** n***a, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo a** ta see em
[DJ Paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that sh** in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya
[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Whatcha b**hes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Cuz n***a we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(What's up n***a?)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Scared a** cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherf**er)
I'm bout to blow them boys a** off
(Ain't no cowards)