Dj Paul - Let's Start a Riot lyrics

(Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches) Let's start a motherf**ing riot in this b**h! Let's start a motherf**ing riot in this ho! (Repeat 4x) [Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, f**er, yeah You got to be the weakest ho in the world You move all the way to Memphis from *gunshots* (Atlanta) Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke b**h a** n***a You ran your mouth and got into it with some real a** n***as You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way n***a, how your collarbone doing? I thought you knew really quick to kick some a** down here Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to *gunshots* (Atlanta) you got your car shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you're too small For the trouble you found You're gon' f** around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that a** so I invite you to a show But you's a ho because your a** didn't show you ain't buck b**h! (Chorus 4x) [Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won't stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this sh** somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better f** with your kind You do not want none of mine We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad Just like the old sh** you holding n***as up in a mask Hit the parking lot, pop the boys Straight Homicide It be these k**ers man, these k**ers man 'bout to (Chorus 4x) [Verse Three: Crunchy Black] First, I've had you n***as get buck, get wild Then I want you n***as to move the f**ing crowd Three 6 in this b**h knock a n***a down My n***a on the right, get buck, get wild My n***a on the left, smack a b**h in the mouth My n***a on top turn it to the ground For all you hoes walk around with a frown We gonna play a game called "Beat a b**h down" [Verse Four: Juicy J] b**h I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your a** You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past You say you down with the goodbook I think you read a cookbook I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6 When you telling motherf**ers you ain't with it b**h! (Chorus 4x)