[Hook: Lord Infamous] 6x
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm scopin' out ya busta cause I got no love f-izz-or ya
I got green Chevy wid a trunk that'll hold ya, down
'Til I reach my part of town Blackside bound clown
Shoot ya down, have ya ever heard the sound
Of a S-K auto round, trick
Ditch a b**h in a second click, quick
On a rapper for the hell of it
Similar to love that I got for Three six
Sixness in the heart of me
Cause my b-izz-ody wid a love for robbery
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous, AKA Scarecrow]
Scarecrow wid the cloudy smoke flyin' out my mouth
The little hundred rounds give it to me now, or me pow
Me co*k a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood
Eventually you pa** away and then me choke on me bud
Me wonder why smokin' this thunder
Makes me go and hunt out a n***a for money
I start to share out all ah the money
And me do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain
Mane shut the f** up and give me everythang
Hook (4x)
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Back in the days, as a kid I played "stick 'em up"
Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts
Robbin' armored trucks
Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park
When it's pitch dark
Comin' out the cuts, wid a gat
When I'm ready to rob
Hard to my job
I was makin' bustas think twice
Thinkin' that I'm f**in' nice
Knowin' I'll make they body ice cold
Then throw 'em in the hideaway where bodies lay
Wid them thangs, we'll split ya brain
When we stang
[Outro] 5x
Because me real-, because me real-
Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang