[dj paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run b**h. run hoe! ya nice motherf**as!
Y'all jealous a** b**hes!
You know what i'ma call y'all? some jello n***as.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, b**h.
Every motherf**er in our camp ridin clean, n***a.
Y'all know the motherf**in score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].
It's dedicated to you, n***a.
[chorus: dj paul]x1
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherf**in three 6, b**h you got a problem wit em?
The motherf**in three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?
[lord infamous]
I'm from the part of tennessee called spv, spray pesty varments
Catch ya busta boy, i beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk a** n***as be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
b**h ya k**in me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherf**er don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
b**hes, bloody satan waiting ???
Armageddon soldiers comin to ???
[crunchy black]
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on tv, g
You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, i hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
[chorus x2]
[dj paul]
1 thousand: your kid kidnapped and f**ed in the mouth
2 g's: wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
3 thousand: car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 g's: run up in ya weak a** show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: best friend found naked and decapitated
6 g's: yo broke a** barried alive cuz yo a** hated
7 g's: he ain't even workin on k**in, n***a myself dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
[juicy j]
I'm real from the junt (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North memphis bound b**h, buck a** hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your f**in street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my n***as (n***as)
Hangin on the corner, wit a f**in rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me hoe (hoe)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
[chorus x2]
[koopsta knicca]
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp sh**, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when i spray the ak
Plus i flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, i'm knockin out y'all
Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
[gangsta boo]
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you b**hes downin me?
b**hes tryin ta blast at me,
Or am i dreamin the motherf**ers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? you labelled as a wanna-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus gangsta boo
Cuz you might find a tip, b**h, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
n***as be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, b**h.
[chorus x2]