[Hook: x4]

Grab my guage and then erase

Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some ^!$$%s in the front page


[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]


Naughty naughty mother$#&@ers get the feelin' ah this %#@!
This %#@! so funky comes way under ^!$$% grounds are Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,

I keep you hatas out my face
Yo life is over mother$#&@a, when I grab ahold that guage
My ^!$$%s from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game

I'm chargin' ^!$$%s daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't $#&@ wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata

Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy %#@!

Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G (*##$
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib %#@!

Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?

You can't hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the killin'
Cause you have $#&@ed up wid the wrong $$# (*##$


[Hook x4]


[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]

[DJ Paul]

Man this ^!$$% kill me
tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self

Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

[Juicy J]

I saw the mother$#&@a standin' out in front ah Best
talkin' about, bout my tape
The ^!$$% talk about the hard %#@! on that tape,

Knowin' he sweet as cake

[DJ Paul]

The type ah ^!$$% to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the $#&@ up
The only blowin' up (*##$ you doin'

Is when I stick the grenade in your butt

[Juicy J]

He say he smokin' so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,

Hit that ill %#@!,
You female buyer


[DJ Paul]
Juice man I know what you sayin'
These hoes be killin' me ever so softly,

But little bit a (*##$ boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me


[Juicy J]
Don't forget about the dope,
You enraged, after you got that page,

From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS


[DJ Paul]
This hoe boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it

Then he got $#&@ed signed his contract
You (*##$ boy you's a $#&@in' dummy

[Juicy J]
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs

Young ^!$$% you'll never sell more than the Three 6, (*##$ please

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta]


Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
I reckon I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck

put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and straight to the head for the chief
and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'

the ^!$$%s buckwild and the weapons are silenced
there's nothing combine us,
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em $#&@ wid the
scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah these

hollow points burst and disperse going through
flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these ^!$$%s for %#@!
they can't get wid these (*##$es they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 ^!$$%s still
sufferin' every day that I swear


[Koopsta Knicca]

I see them $#&@ing pressin' on they brother man,
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet


[Hook: 'til fade]