[Intro: DJ Paul]
Man, these f**ing haters out here, man
f**ing voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters
(Cremate, Cre-cre-cremate)
Sitting here, loading up this motherf**ing gun (gun)
Hitting this motherf**ing dope (dope)
I'm just thinking, man!
I'm just thinking! (thinking)
f** these n***as!
f** all of 'em (DJ Paul)
Da Mafia 6ix in this motherf**er
Featuring Yelawolf
We came here to kick motherf**ing a**
And take motherf**ing names
On all you b**h-a** motherf**ers
[Hook: DJ Paul]
n***a, I go hard
I'll be in the kitchen, n***a whipping
Have these junkies round this motherf**er
Flipping off that motherf**ing hard
Break it down to dimes dimes, hit rewind, keep that 9
Case these s**ers round here want a motherf**ing prob'
n***a, I stay ready for whatever
Cause a n***a like me been had
Motherf**ing hard
n***a, I stay strapped with that Eagle
Riding in that Regal
Cause I go motherf**ing hard
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I go hard with that no regards, they send their regards
All these guns, you can't disregard 'em -- we strapped up like gods
We are homies, we need purple hearts, n***a purple hearts
Suffocate the hater til that n***a, got a purple heart
Crack, b**h, we got that baseball hard
We constantly trading hollow tip bullets like baseball cards
223, batting, shooting six baseball yards
And when it comes to guns, we number one on the pop charts
s**er
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Got my n***as jumping off the porch, and they are trained to go
Headed to kick that busta door, dropping off your a** ho
Yeah, I said it and I meant it, pimping be about her business
Paul told me to k** you hoes, so I'm gonna murk these hoes
Everybody know that Gangsta Boo gon' lead them to the guap
Sipping, tripping, flicking on my haters, and I will not stop
I've been going hard like, "Oh my God, I'll see you at the top"
And b**h when I see you there, I'mma knock you out your f**in' spot
[Hook: DJ Paul]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
I am the king of the six pack
The prince of the whiskey bottle
Get drunk with a fat b**h
Make her feel like a frisky model
Everybody knows rock'n'roll is alive when I'm in this b**h
Slide up in this mix, I'm do or die when I get that switch
You motherf**ers ain't going hard, you live with that impotence
I'm in that pick-up with the tint, ride on that picket fence
With twenty-sixes, I meant to say Three and Six
Me and these ghetto stars pull up in cars and immediate-
Ly get idiots and G's and media clings to see the city of thieves
Who graffiti the scene
With heathens and fiends who bring heaters in jeans
In Adidas with strings out, you see what I mean, hard!
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
Seems to me that
People are truth there
Gimme that number one spot
Here I come b**h, hit the Billy boulevard
Get hoes like Vietnam, b**h
Who is she? Click that Desert Eagle DE hondo
Blood on my hands, all on my clothes
Bound dog, crushing that motherf**er
n***a folks selling them tree
Call me the almighty
When we come and bang y'all
[Hook: DJ Paul]
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
In my ear discuss if I should send these pussies up into my bedroom
The Infamous juggernaut got more solds then other men ride in the ghetto
I'm blasting heavy metal but this here ain't no Metallica
f** it and I balance ya, the burner in the Challenger
Illuminati in Bugattis do karate with the shotty
Everybody very naughty, infrared, probably stalking
Mysterious disappearances
We're experiencing with k**ers not apparent
And these n***as just dismember, man
[Verse 6: Crunchy Black]
Crunchy said bang, Lord said bang
Koop said bang, any n***a get it, man
Paul had "Sippin," Boo had "Hit Ya"
Getting how I painted this motherf**ing picture
Any n***a get it, we ain't playing wit' you hoes
Ten toes down and we spraying out you hoes
Get it how we live, live the way it is
f** around n***a, and you get yourself k**ed
[Hook: DJ Paul]