[DJ Paul]
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you ^!$$%z, you know what I'm sayin'

From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this ^!$$%
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his (*##$ $$#
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha $#&@in $$#

To the ground like a mother$#&@er man $#&@ this (*##$ $$#

[Juicy J]

See this how $$# kickin' get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your (*##$es get

(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)

Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get

(Beat down!)
And any ^!$$% that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his $$# throw up, and after that

Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left


[Crunchy Black]
I'm a crunk this ^!$$% though, treat 'em like a hoe

Ask these lil' (*##$es what the $#&@ they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a ^!$$% that you wanna $#&@ with low

If you didn't know, then ^!$$% you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I

Can't smoke no more

I'm gon' whoop this ^!$$%

I'm gon' whoop this ^!$$%
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy

I'm gon' call the $#&@in killers do a job on this boy

[Chorus]

We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor

We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor

[Lord Infamous]

You don't know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly !@$(

You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy

And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket

'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where ^!$$%z be pullin'

The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the %#@! on lock why you on my dick
Like a (*##$ walkin' around like you stone high

Hollow tip bullets don't die, ^!$$% they multiply

I'm gon' whoop this ^!$$%

I'm gon' whoop this ^!$$%
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy

I'm gon' call the $#&@in killers do a job on this boy

[Chorus]