[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
This goes out to playa haters who be talkin' that sh**
I hold yo head down and I f** you like a convict b**h
You could me my roadie or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with a n***a named Crunchy like to clown alot
Backed up by the four-five and the thirty-eight
Automatic G-L-O plus the C and the K
Chris bring a Mossberg with the slugs and sh**
We got some graves for your body already dug and sh**
Infamous grab the Cali with a hundred rounds
Koopsta load the Tec and blow them ba*tards down
Juicy with the two Nines like that n***a named Shae
On the move we shoot them up so they feel the pain
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis
Where the sh** is so thick
When at the club we get so buck
We try to tear up sum sh**
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[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
As I cut, guts poor
Blood washes from the shore
To the sand, as a thousand veins
Slither through my hand
Could not withstand a man
From the underland of pain
As his brains hit the grains
And I bury the remains with my fangs
Piercing through a b**hes jugular
Infamous bangin' with psychotic serial k**ers
The Triple Six murderers
Not leaving enough to put in a tea cup
When I'm ready to cook, and I rip up the hook
Cause these n***as get tripped by the Infamous crook
And the Mafia villain would f** up a rookie
Drop him to his knees with a N-I-N-E
Slug, gets dug and bloody up your rug
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high capper don't make me touch ya mane
I got the scope, but not the kind that k**s bad breath
I got the kind that likes to f** up ya good health
Everybody in this b**h lets rip some sh** up
I don't give a f**, it ain't my stuff
You can tear this club up