[Hook] 2x
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Deadly measures out the consequence, I pray for apocalypse
I quickly drop you b**h, feel the flame of the arsonist
Bullets knocking n***as down, as if they were heat seekin'
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Slaughtering motherf**ers
Don't give a damn if people are watching
Pa**in' n***as droppin' out a black van like a SWAT team
I'm stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
Step into the dark rows, hoe, but you didn't know
These bloody, scary grounds were hunted by the Scarecrow
Maze of the horrifying terror to the maximum
Keep it up the devils will Lord Infamous s** murderer
(?) ya guts, come with us the real astonishment
The place where corpses hang like motherf**in' ornaments
Busta a** n***a ...
Motherf**ers eyes, I will permanently close them
[Hook] 2x
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm comin' thru the crowd with this motherf**in' nine tone
Camouflage in the dark, with a pair of Locs on
Lettin' these n***as know that I'm fed up with this straight sh**
You wanna be something you're not
So I'm (?) on you get yo wig split
The Juice Mane is in this motherf**er, ready to tear sh** up
Easily execute n***as, make these b**hes bite the dust
Grown up in the hood, a n***a always stayed low-key
Yo I did a vacation, people always ask "Who is he?"
Tip-toe real quiet, leave a hoe to wanna try me
I always had crazy thoughts, the demons walk behind me
Pushin' to the edge...
Write a list of n***as I don't like and leave 'em all dead
Life is too short ... straitjacket
[Hook] 2x
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range
[Verse 3: Skinny Pimp]
Big eyebrow, loadin' a five-point-0
With the Skinny Pimp on a creep, slowly
(?) b**hes never low-key
Project life, that I live
... you can't be hard
Robbery squad on my knob, b**hes pullin' hoe cards
These b**hes pullin' hoe cards
These n***as think they too hard
I wanna pull my gat and blow these s**ers head apart
Cause n***as be claimin' Triple Six
Can't try to get they name out
And try to diss on tape
Because they know they pockets a**ed out
So how you gon' diss when you know you ain't sh**
Tryna bring ya some ... the other folk dick
You n***a, you b**h, I'm gonna c-click
On any (?) underestimate the Triple Six
You wanna throw them thangs
You get dumped in the garbage ditch
[Outro: Juicy J]
We watchin every move you make, n***a this is real black
Triple Six Mafia tellin' you hoes to watch yo back
[Hook] 2x
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked
b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range