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^!$$% buck in the club like, !#@* THAT !#@(!
Got my tone in the club like, !#@* THAT !#@(!

Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, !#@* THAT !#@(!
Straight walk up to that boy like, !#@* YOU !#$*!
Slap a trick in front his (*##$ like , !#@* THAT !#@(!

Start a fight with the thickest click, !#@* THAT !#@(!
Get kicked out this (*##$ like, !#@* THAT !#@(!
Shoot that thang at security ^!$$%, !#@* YOU !#$*!


[DJ Paul]
See I'mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors

And blow some dough, dough
Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe
On double deuce, I met this (*##$ up at the club

I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck
Wid a ^!$$%, cuz I'm from the south side of town
B-A-Z, and I'm reppin, even if ya aren't around

I match a blunt with the real
Shoot a bump with the real
But I ain't a baller, I just deal

With these drugs and thugs and these ^!$$%z that's locked up
I lock em' down with some of that pure white stuff
Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain't no deal

But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out
Cuz if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my $#&@in brains out

Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it killa
And I'mma dedicate this to my real $$# ^!$$%z! YEA!


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[DJ Paul Talking]

Woooo! I think you know the mother $#&@ing business now, wannabes! (In the
middle of the club)
Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the

middle of the club)
Shoot with us, or get shot the $#&@ up ^!$$%!


[Lord Infamous]
In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll
Take me a scoop, put it to my nose

Walkin through the crowd, knock your trick down
Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out
Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk

40 in the club, Outside it's the pump
Top off the syrup, take me a swig
There go my dawgs, What's Up My Nigs?

Security starin, they better not try it
Cuz we will start a mother $#&@in riot!
The crowd is swayin, Three 6 playin

It's on now, no rules we obeying
Security pissed, they started to march
Just in time, I got outta dutch

But I was spotted, and kicked out
Ran back in, shots rang out!


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[Juicy J]

As a young ^!$$% in the hood kinda pissed off
Cuz I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short
Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off

Wanna be a gangsta, but the ^!$$% too soft
Kinda sissified, like that famous !@$)ot, Ru Paul
But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off

Hope he get his %#@! together, grow up til he too tall
Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his $$#, to raw!


[Crunchy Black]
^!$$%z hatin on me, but they just don't know
C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode

Keep talking that %#@!, like you standin ten toe
You don't know me ^!$$%, you don't know me bro
I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope

Your (*##$ is talkin %#@! but its time to go
I'mma catch you little lame (*##$es at the door
And spray you (*##$ down, like a water hose!

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