[Chorus: DJ Paul]

But now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

The 6-double-6 Mafia niggas rush, this is the—

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it dow, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

The-the 6-double-6 Mafia niggas rush, this is the—

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Lil Gin & DJ Paul]

Darkness, hustle day, tightly grip my gat

Storm door, but no, crash through the window

Glock number nineteen, softly grip, so I won't slip

Bustin' a cap in your face, niggas, don't you even not try to trip?

Where you stay? What you mean?

Is you clean? Fuck you, ho!

Smartass (Gunshots)

Bloody guts scattered all over the floor

5.0 gold dual tips hollowed, with three keys in my trunk

Take a cruise to Florida, met Sir Captain on that yacht

Bitches in bikinis doin' the butterfly

Pimpin', tell the bitch I make her wanna give me some chewin'

But fuck that plan, go get that thang, let's go, make a stang

Now I'm drinkin' Bushwacker

Hollywood, Hurts Village breedin' up niggas

Woodlawn, Ninth Street, Smokey City killers

Watkins and Brown, North Memphis ground

When we rob, that's my job, you're off guard from my Glock

When I cock the missile jawn, pistol-duckin' won't help yo' dome

So fuck you, Bone, bitin' our fuckin' style

You hoes gon' get kidnapped, you bitches lay it down!

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

Now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

The-the 6-double-6 Mafia niggas rush, this is the—

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

I got a flame burnin' the leaf around the Devil weed

Laid back in the darkness, in the Steamer on the backstreet

Scarecrow is waitin' for bodies to pop out the crib

Wanna stop them from breathin', you see?

'Cause I really must have just about thirteen murders

My nigga, before Sunday evening, huh

I got a black bandana tied around my face

Grabbed the cash and all the weight, put it in my black briefcase

Hey, 'cause this shit really don't stop me

Making me no motherfuckin' damn difference

Strictly mafioso nigga, they call me Lord Infamous, uh

I got a chamber equipped with painful tips

I snip and rip, and I won't stop until you rest

And soaked off a fuckin' third clip

So I must warn you, I will harm you, don't test Scarecrow's nuts

'Cause I will bloody up my gloves in yo' cut like Chuck', give it up now

Got somethin' for you, and you, and you

And that motherfucker over there, too

My name is Scarecrow, bitch, in other words: Nigga, I love to shoot

But business boomin' mane, so I can't complain

Insane, boom-bang, you're a victim of a stang, mane

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down

I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys

Mane, let's stick up these

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]

Sneakin' on bitches real quick, 'cause I'm constantly thinkin' they makin' lots more than me

Skulls instead of that crazy kind of passion of a psychopathic murder scene

I'm fiendin' for them rings and mega bucks, man, I can't get enough

Poetry is the substance when the Koopsta Knicca's poppin' slugs

I'm that type of nigga that'll gut yo' ass when I say "Don't lie."

No tellin' when I hit you, but you wind up in a body bag

Sittin' up like a bitch, trick, you're the victim of a fuckin' stang

Teflons send up in yo' brain, bloody-blood-bloody-blood-blood stain

Murder, murder, murder 'cause that Koopsta Knicca's 'bout to serve 'em

Hustler for his cheese, and trick

'Cause I constantly been fuckin' clickin' in this bitch

Bitches be like pretty shit, think they can't be some victim

Ho, panty shit won't pay me off, so I just stick 'em

Kill yo' grannies, aunties, and yo' mammies, really, I don't give a fuck

Clickin' is that Koopsta Knicca, fiendin' for them mega bucks

Victim of trick, lay it down, or be a body in a flame

Best to watch yo' back, or be a victim of this fuckin' stang

[Outro: DJ Paul]

But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down