Hook: (4x)
Grab my guage and then erase
Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some n***as in the front page
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Naughty naughty motherf**ers
Get the feelin' of this sh**
This sh** so funky cause we underneath
The grounds of Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large
I keep you hataz out my face
Yo life is over motherf**a, when I grab ahold that gauge
My n***as from the Three 6 click
They keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' n***as daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't f** wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna gossip, he say, she say this and that
You s**as need to grow up out that kiddy sh**
Quit fakin' just cause da Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G's b**h
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, kickin real sh**
Just to let you know my partner ho come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?
You can't hide your life is over kid
It's time for the k**in'
Cause you have f**ed up wid the wrong a** b**h
Hook 4x
[Verse 2: DJ Paul and Juicy J]
[DJ Paul]
Man this n***a k** me
Tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta call drunk to get a ride
[Juicy J]
I saw the motherf**a standin' out in front ah Best
Talkin' about, bout my tape
The n***a talk about the hard sh** on that tape
Knowin' he sweet as cake
[DJ Paul]
The type ah n***a to tell these hoes
That's he about to blow the f** up
The only blowin' up b**h you doin'
Is when I stick the grenade in your bu*t
[Juicy J]
Since Im smokin them mega blunts
I can't tell, fool, who's a liar
I saw you for real
Hit that ill sh**
You Primo buyer
[DJ Paul]
Juice mane I know what you sayin'
These hoes be k**in' me ever so softly
But little bit a b**h boy know
I be sellin' his verses ca**ette or tape afterly
[Juicy J]
Don't forget about the day
You enraged, after you got that page
From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you are infected wid AIDS
[DJ Paul]
This ho boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got f**ed signed his contract
You b**h boy you's a f**in' dummy
[Juicy J]
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, still put 'em on dem CDs
Dumb n***a you'll never sell more than the Three 6
b**h please
Hook (4x)
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian-Arabic-
Iraqie-Iranian-South American
Cuban-guerilla-colombian-m**m or subgroup maniac
Comin' to rip your damn head off your neck
Put your heart in a bag, then I sprinkle yo ashes
Headin' straight to tha headquarter
Chief on the blunt of the Indica down in my stash
I reside in the insane asylum
The bodies I pile 'em
On Infamous Island
Where there is no smilin'
The n***as buck-wildin'
The weapons are silenced
There's nothing but violence
Military barbarian, buck 'em and bury 'em
f** with the scarier insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em
There's no merry love, only murder blood
Then I take something worst
Out of all of these hollow points burst in disperse
Going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
You be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work
The Scarecrow be smokin' these n***as for sh**
They can't get wid these b**hes they'll never compare
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 n***as
Still sufferin' every day man, I swear
I see them f**in' press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet
Hook ('til fade)