[Intro: Baby & DJ Paul​​​​​​​​​​​​​]

How you love this, playboy? This one here bezzled out

With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Nigga, like this

Riding on twenties

Memphis and New Orleans, we gonna show you how we do this

Y'all know the motherfuckin' score, bitch!

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

Y'all boys, y'all boys ain't ready for this

Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with the Three 6

40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws

A clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall

I'm certainly hittin corners, hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight

Leapin tall buildings in a single bounce, still I see them lights

Hear me this, if I go, I better go in style

But in Tennessee, another bugged-out nigga stunts

[Verse 2: B.G. & Lil Wayne]

Fuckin with me, huh? You're fuckin' with the wrong one

That fire spit from my K have your brains cooked well done

Now hold up, B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?

Is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug spot?

Lil Killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin' up a nigga cheezay

Get em out and shut that bitch down

Huh? Well lets ride nigga

We gettin high, red eyes, they all die nigga

Them Hot Boys started ridin'

We gonna fire nigga wet 'em real good

Wave your hand, rid-a-bye-bye-bye nigga

Shut down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides nigga

We the Hot B. lighters

Ridin' at nighters in two red Vipers

They gonna expect two snipers splittin' heads like this

Puttin' they clique in a blender, bustin' gats like this

Full of that danger in all black like this

Hot Boys and Three Six klick-klack like this, what?

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Soze Lord 'cause the weak competitors come on a regular

Intruders face these barracudas, hundred nigga predators

Double barrel bust that warned them, now they surely scared of us

Seriously, we party stay out the streets or face the territory (Tear the club up!)

Cowards of the hour, sickened by my tower flower power

Shower and devour face the boom boom boom power

Tear Da Club up Thugs checkin it with the Hot Boys

'Cause our weapons weigh a ton, and we came to bring the noise, bitch

[Verse 4: Turk]​​​

I'll wet a nigga block for anything me and my Hot Boy clique

Quick to dress in all black and drop a nigga like shit

Two time on a thug nigga, 'bout it since my younger days

Been pullin' triggers, been runnin' through the hallways

Playin it raw, sparkin' at anytime

Any place anywhere with my fuckin' nine

I got an army of niggas with automatic gats

Bout splittin head ass niggas Craig, Ron, and Randy

Hot Boys and Three 6, they teamed up realer

Wanna start beef, it's a must we freeze it up realer

[Verse 5: Juvenile]

Strangle the trigger, and you a nigga, now who did it?

Motherfucker no stomach, they too scary to admit it

Rearview mirror fucked up so I can't see when they comin'

Yesterday, I got spooked out and drew down on an old woman

I told the lady "Look, I'm sorry, Miss, I knew I was wrong

But you came so fuckin' close to me I thought it was on"

That's why my partners is gone, they didn't see the evil approaching

And a nigga got 'em, if it was me, I would have smoked him

Stop all the snorting 'cause he couldn't catch no drain

Now motherfuckers sticking syringes in his vein

Shitty Pampers and tampons all around by the dumpster

Wrapped up my nigga in this bag, they found a innocent youngsta

I'm an all-around hustla, get paid in many ways

Knew a Dre to get played, had a connection with Yae

Once before, I went in a house and killed four

Hit the nigga for thirty whole that he kept under the floor

Now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them birds

Niggas done made a come up, Hot Boys from the third

[Verse 6: Juicy J]

It's the Juice comin' up out the dark (Dark) from apart

North Memphis niggas always hard (Hard) and we start, shit

Weak ass cowards, playa haters (Haters), we ain't no traitors

Bustin hustlas and some Gs chasers (Chasers) about that paper

Pass that weed if you a friend of me (Me)

You see Big Triece kill a fifth of Hennessy (—Ssey)

And get bucked wild in the club, that's how we be (Be)

All you gang niggas throw them thangs and show them teeth (Teeth)

It's on

[Verse 7: Baby]

Niggas be sizin' niggas ridin', I'll sign on niggas

But I'll die for a few niggas:

Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique

Never forget my B.G. 'cause I know he'll kill a nigga ma for me, bitch

But today I'm with Three 6, and I'm showin' love

Where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood

Wearin' my black glove, in case I gotta bust a niggas head 'cause

Niggas buyin' Bentleys on dubs, TVs with VCs is a must

Automatic strap plus; and keep my soldiers on my feet no matter what

Juve got four, and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in

Turk got the red beam team, double R Rolls Royce showin' love

Went to Miami and bought a Lamborghini on dubs

Niggas ridin' buttons to show these hoes we worth somethin'

And my baby momma, the bitch play too many games

Said she was takin pills now she pregnant again

(For the third time) But it's all gravy, baby

And my children gonna be straight if I'm blind, deaf, or crazy baby

Playboy, you can believe that

And these Memphis playaz, Tear Da Club Up

[Outro: Baby & DJ Paul]

How you love it now playboy?

Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin' tracks boy

Yo, yo, yo, Hypnotized motherfuckin' Mindz productions up in here you heard me?

Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin' 6 bitch, ya heard me