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DJ Paul and Juicy J
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Whatcha wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Talkin all that fkin s**t)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Coward as* girls)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Whatcha wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Talkin all that fking s**t)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Fighting over a b*tch)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(fk you motherfkin hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
Juicy J
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step 2 tha
Triple six, guns click, b*tch we the murderers
Crunchy Black
Triple six is the clique, why y'all keep hatin biz
Y'all gone make a nigg* posse up and come and getcha b*tch
Grab that nigg* by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigg* go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four
Lord Infamous
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
b*tch as* nigg*, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed-a
Soze, 2-L-O-R-D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo as* ta see em
DJ Paul
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that s**t in yo mouth
And how the hell you got the key that open doors of tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters grown
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own
DJ Paul and Juicy J
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Whatcha girls wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Cuz nigg* we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(What's up nigg*?)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Scared as* cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherfker)
I'm bout to blow them boys as* off
(Ain't no cowards)