[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Voices in them trees, these are the things
That help me vision these evil most things
Me and DJ Paul we got the hook up finna go stick
Me on the pa**enger side, loc took a slight peek
Through thy window, somethin' creepin' up slow
It was this Lotus driven by this hoe
So I'm sippin' on thy Rémy
Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention
Not only was you in it yet another n***a drivin'
Paul stopped the car
Said: "want you buck 'em rough Koopsta?"
Shi'r't I know ya hurt
Take them bi'r'ches back
Take 'em back with them slugs
Sad to see ya gone son, teflons in yo crest
Mr. Kutem and dread shed
Koopsta got em scared, want prophitin'
sh** see that watcha get fo talkin' sh**
Trick I'll drop you in a splunder
Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer b*atch
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Come, come who the f**
They want some
n***as want to jump, jump
Getcha make ya pump, pump
Scarecrow miss ya bump, bump
Off a n***a fakin'
Goin' to a region
b**hes tremblin', shakin'
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
We don't give a damn
If your f**in' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord Infamous don't waste time
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this b**h
Like some new years confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes space on top of astroids
Comin' to rip up the shore
We k**in' the fool
So act a fool boy
[Hook x4]
Stomp motherf**er, stomp motherf**er, stomp
(lay at, move his a** down to the pump)
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
How long gon' go deep
In the North
When n***as stay drunk
And smoke Newports
From on my streets
Wit all only peeps
I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix
With real deep ba**
The noise I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in this sh** try to make that sh**
Tone be speakers that stack they crates
Studio 9 was the place to be
Where all jocks were tryin' to get
The chance get on the tape
Bein' a fool
Keep tryin' I'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn n***as are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third a fool
Let's look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin real buck
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause Memphis playas don't give a f**
Security jumped
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number one song
It just cam on
And now it's time to f**in' stomp
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Juicy's in the motherf**in' house
It's the peel yo
Motherf**in' stand back
It's they f**in' steelo
On your f**in' a**
We can't f**in' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my a**
Should I blast
Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my premadin'
Now friends turn too yo
With the sayin'
Saw your nine
Boy I call that kick door
I stick those
b**hes in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Don't want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he would
Wasn't in the mood
For this bunk sh**
But these n***as had to creep
That boy they stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out the club
We gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll know we make em' stomp
[Hook]