[Intro: Juicy J]

Let me chirp these fools

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

Juice got weed, Juice got pills

Juice got the work on the corner cuttin' deals

Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real

So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill

Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field

We never had a job, but we sittin' on a mill

We ball out in the club with our niggas stayin' trill

We never wrote a check, just them big face bills

A player drinking Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka

Wearin' a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca

I saw ya main girl and a playa had to stop her

Her name wasn't Silkk, but her face was The Shocker

The feds takin pictures of us ballin', but I got 'em

A seven-footer hole for his body, we gon' drop 'em

We always on the grind, we be watchin' when they watchin'

And when they turn they back, it's the clucka-clucka-rock 'em, yeah!

[Chorus: Project Pat]

If you boys got beef, we can (Roll with it)

In the club or the street, we can (Go with it)

It don't make me none (Blow for blow with it)

Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho' split it)

If you boys got beef we can (Roll with it)

In the club or the street, we can (Go with it)

It don't make me none (Blow for blow with it)

Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho' split it)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests

Them .357 titanium Smith-N-Wess

And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust

You gonna have hell if you fuck with us, and that's what's up

The whole club we maintain

These Hydra-Shok® bullets mushroom in your brain

We in bed with the med, we give 'em somethin to do

'Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]

My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake

My hood is home nigga everythang straight

My hood will rob you with mask on they face

My hood will do it to put food on they plate

My hood ain't tame dog, they wanna jump fool

My hood, they hang together, they all jump you

And if you don't believe me, then come to my hood

And you will see that it ain't all good

[Chorus: Project Pat]

If you boys got beef we can (Roll with it)

In the club or the street, we can (Go with it)

It don't make me none (Blow for blow with it)

Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho' split it)

If you boys got beef we can (Roll with it)

In the club or the street, we can (Go with it)

It don't make me none (Blow for blow with it)

Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho' split it)