[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run (*##$. Run hoe! Ya nice mother$#&@as!
Y'all jealous $$# (*##$es!

You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello ^!$$%s.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, (*##$.
Every mother$#&@er in our camp ridin clean, ^!$$%.

Y'all know the mother$#&@in score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].
It's dedicated to you, ^!$$%.


[Chorus x1: DJ Paul]
They wanna dress like

Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like

Get high like
Make cheese like
The mother$#&@in Three 6, (*##$ you got a problem wit em?

The mother$#&@in Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?

[Lord Infamous]

I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk $$# ^!$$%s be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments

Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
(*##$ ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk mother$#&@er don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage

(*##$es, bloody Satan waiting ?
Armageddon soldiers comin to ?


[Crunchy Black]
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g

You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool

Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown


[Chorus x2]


[DJ Paul]
1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and $#&@ed in the mouth
2 G's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about

3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 G's: Run up in ya weak $$# show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated

6 G's: Yo broke $$# barried alive cuz yo $$# hated
7 G's: He ain't even workin, I kill a ^!$$% myself, dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head


[Juicy J]
I'm real from the junt (junt)

Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound (*##$, buck $$# hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)

On your $#&@in street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)

Chillin wit my ^!$$%s (^!$$%s)
Hangin on the corner, wit a $#&@in rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me hoe (hoe)

When you on that blow (blow)
I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)


[Chorus x2]

[Koopsta Knicca]

Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic

Pimp %#@!, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?

Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?

[Gangsta Boo]

Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you (*##$es downin me?
(*##$es tryin ta blast at me,
or am I dreamin the mother$#&@ers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be.

You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, (*##$, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
^!$$%s be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick

Whenever, however, it's goin down, (*##$.

[Chorus x2]