Uh huh (We came to bust heads) Uh huh (We came to bust heads) Uh huh (We came to bust heads)
This is the official (the official) Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein' a non-hood affiliate nigga
Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) Hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirty we comin' dirty
[Chorus] The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what
I crept in the spot with a chrome strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cognac Head bussin' we on that Wanna freak out better pull that ho Take her to the bar and full that ho Get her in the bathroom, get some head I'm a playa ain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussy don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and hugs Real niggas got them gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged that punk up out this place for putting his fingers in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirty?) Yeah I'm straight
Yeah, what! Now I ain't even worried bout you, haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commentators You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under, estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em, a couple a times and any a mine I promise, he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)
You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In the back of the club, with my thugs syrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got that SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin'
(Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on the scene They sippin' syrup and ridin' clean On the block we by some beams These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on the truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After the party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho? You herrd them K's choppin'