[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run b**h. Run ho! Ya nice motherf**as!
Y'all jealous a** b**hes!
You know what I'mma call y'all? Some Jello n***as
Cuz y'all jealous of us, b**h
Every motherf**er in our camp ridin clean, n***a
Y'all know the motherf**in score
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep]
It's dedicated to you, n***a
[Hook: DJ Paul]x1
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherf**in Three 6, b**h you got a problem wit em?
The motherf**in Three 6, ho you got a problem wit em?
[Lord Infamous]
I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk a** n***as be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
b**h ya k**in me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherf**er don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
b**hes, bloody Satan waiting ???
Armageddon soldiers comin to ???
[Crunchy Black]
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g
You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
[Hook x2]
[DJ Paul]
1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and f**ed in the mouth
2 G's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 G's: Run up in ya weak a** show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 G's: Yo broke a** barried alive cuz yo a** hated
7 G's: He ain't even worth it, I'll k** that n***a myself, dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
[Juicy J]
I'm real from the junt (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound b**h, buck a** hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your f**in street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my n***as (n***as)
Hangin on the corner, wit a f**in rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me ho (ho)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'mma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
[Hook x2]
[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp sh**, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
Dead body parts all froze in my trunk
[Gangsta Boo]
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you b**hes downin me?
b**hes tryin ta blast at me
Or am I dreamin the motherf**ers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be
You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, b**h, that can help you
I'm a down chick
n***as be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, b**h
[Hook x2]