[Juicy J]
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna f** the motherf**in clubs up
The f**in Liquids, know what I'm sayin
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[Juicy J]
The first n***a wanna step
Gonna meet his d**h
First I hit the n***a wit a right, then I swing a left
Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath
Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet
Boy you gon respect
Real playaz when it comes to that
Knowin this ain't slavery but n***a we gon hang your neck
How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat
Shoot at your b**h a** like the k**a know you scared of that, scared of that
Bring it on n***a to this motherf**in M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
Robbers, k**az, dope boyz, rapists
Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance
Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya a** stankin
Pimp slap ya a**, momma boy, fell the rugar
So f**in sweet, I should probably call you sugar
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[LaChat]
Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a b**h
Steady mobbin wit a mug
Yeah this thug
Startin sh**
n***a what b**h, what?
Get the f** up out my way
Throwin bows, pushin hoes
Lettin you know I'm in the place
It's whateva, get it done
Hope you cowards, got a gun
I'm a ride until I die
Makin b**hes out here run
You can run if you wanna
Where you run is where you die
I'm a break me off a prada stick your a** in the eye
It's Chat, you got beef
All this animosity
Look here mane, I'm a aim
Shoot that thang
For playin me
You a k**a
b**h n***a
Never have you pulled a trigger
You got hoe off in your blood
When it rain, hoe you shiver
Have you ever seen a b**h come through the door and take the floor
Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe
Breakin laws, f** the law
Keep them b**hes out my business
I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, b**h
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[Frayser Boy]
What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a f** bout what ya sayin
Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
Frayser Boy, I'm comin through
n***a who the f** is you?
Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo a** til ya blue
Throwin that Bay up in the air
n***a I don't f**in care
n***az practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do sh** but stare
Mean muggin in the club and
Bout to get yo a** drug and
I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo a** down in public
I'm the realest of the real
Betta ask yo f**in peeps
Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo a** till ya sleep
Man this liqour got me geeked
You won't see another wink
I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
Take your a** up off ya feet
Leave yo body with a leak
Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach
Better step away from reach
Ass whoopin you gon see
Have yo a** like decepticons hollarin retreat
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My n***az, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]