[Verse 1: K-Rock, of k**a Klan Kaze]
So many, my n***as
Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
So can what I do
K-Roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm from where the prophets
n***as that a felt me
Make a little rich with Third World Click
K-Roc ain't got no more
I'm on top this sh** though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
f**ed up his chest
Alcatraz gimisum
Plus I'm on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why f** the frown
While these groupie a** b**hes be s**in' our dick
Prophet Posse we made it b**h
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)
May kick in this sh** that you can't understand
To bad that b**h is a want to be k**a
We murder the b**h and fall out of the fame
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Eight if you be includin' the two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To artillerize this click
Candid cameras be in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that uzi manne
Go low ma** Suburban, uh
Go low ma** and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I'm stoppin' uh
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
b**h rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them b**h
If finna get em'
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
Have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body's no good
I would let that boy go
But the ho just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin'
Here yee, here yee don't you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia here we're deeper than your faculty
[Hook 4X]
Sportin j**elry and the syndicate
We rollin' hard
Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto b**h
Out to get that chedder
Cause it's better when you havin' sh**
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my f**in' eyes
Gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that Prophet on the rise
Why you fantasizin'
Visualize me as you Mrs
I'm somewhere on that mowett
And smokin' blunts
Is how I kick it
So n***as recognize that in this here n***as so don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder ready to rumble what's it gonna be
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the n***a be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin'
To make it back home in the 21st century
We n***as keep letchin' the duration
The Three 6 (??) I punish
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin' no traces
Were paperchasin'
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherf**in' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin'
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a n***a a key of sand
Take his f**in' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off
Say n***a please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my n***as dope
Nothin' but the pure
And that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you n***as snitchin'
Proppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine
[Hook 4X]