Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this mother$#&@er
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the mother$#&@in' '97'

biiootch
Y'all can't handle this mother$#&@in' %#@!
It's on for the '97 mother$#&@er

Nine nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a ^!$$% words clearly biiootch
We finna do this mother$#&@in' %#@! like thiis...


[Koopsta Knicca]
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for

Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' [...?...] boomerangs
Burbon with that [..?..] mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'

I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner

Then I holler at your women, turn the fire [.....?.....]
Foolish $$# punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his $$# hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps

Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' ^!$$% for I kill a man

Didn't want to hit'em, but that (*##$ kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his $$# before he got to the door


[Chorus x2]


[Lord Infamous]
^!$$%'s up in the [..?..] wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor

So get ultra and buck in this hoe
(*##$es get [...?...]cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot [?] cause we comin' straight from the rowdy $$# south

Crank up this (*##$, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the
scale
Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this (*##$ [...?...]

Next time we gonna $#&@ up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people [...?...] like the war started and ended now


[Juicy J]
I'm takin' care of my mother$#&@in' business, I ain't goin' (*##$
^!$$%'s claimin' killa all the time but ain't did %#@!

Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a ^!$$% cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped

With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
Bring the game, ^!$$% we gone get it on
Smokin' mother$#&@ers in the night until the early morn'


[Chorus x2]


[Gangsta Boo]
Now it's time to get buck wild, ^!$$%'s on that Chris Style
While my ^!$$% Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown

Baby come and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party $#&@in' hardy till you $#&@ up somethin'

$#&@ the $#&@in police (*##$, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this %#@!
We gone get it crunk, ^!$$% keep it crunk, stayin real

Always smokin' scopin' mother$#&@ers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ Paul]

Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
^!$$% thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your $$#, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies

My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize

Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk