(DJ Paul and Juicy J) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha n***as wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Talkin all that f**in sh**) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Coward a** b**hes) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha n***as wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Talkin all that f**ing sh**) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Fighting n***as over a b**h) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (f** you motherf**in hoes) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Juicy J) To you haters I'm the predator Set em up, wet em up When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha Triple six, guns click, b**h we the murderers (Crunchy Black) Triple six is the clique, why y'all n***as keep hatin me Y'all gone make a n***a posse up and come and getcha b**h Grab that n***a by his throat, if he hollas, let em go I ain't gon' let that n***a go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four (Lord Infamous) I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter b**h a** n***a, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo a** ta see em (DJ Paul) Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that sh** in yo mouth And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South? I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan Left half of you haters alone And watched you die all on your own and feel for ya (DJ Paul and Juicy J) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha b**hes wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Cuz n***a we ain't playin wit ya) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha hoes wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (We got them tones ready ta blast) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (What's up n***a?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Scared a** cowards) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Ain't no cowards in this motherf**er) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Ain't no cowards)