[Intro: Mr. Serv-on & Fiend]

Whaaat? I think this is the second time you done passed up this sign

Boy, you're going the wrong way, man

Slow ya roll, slow ya roll, ya know what I'm saying?

Look, we're about to go I-255 (Yeah), straight up to Memphis (Ya sure?)

See what I'm saying, Paul said he's going to meet us by Wal-Greens

We 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya heard? (Aight)

What you gon' do?

[Verse 1: Fiend]

Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip you in vain

While the young soldiers whisper my name

I'm dealing the 'caine, sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane

Open the brain, let that shot inject, you think that I'm playin'

Don't make me get at your kin for your decayin'

People die slow, ride slow, 'cause Fiend about to show

How not only God knows, these niggas high, my squad broke

So, we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats

Buckin' the clip at the five and zero, allow smoke

Doja go straight to my lungs, I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP

In ya streets, Chopper intro, now peep this

Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and Three-6

Talk it like I bring, I feel you need this, deep shit

Sleep with them fishes, eat with them bitches, it's all on you

Like that lil nigga B.G. CD volume 2

I throw hollows through, what you use to swallow and chew

So how you gon' do?

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Infamous, I'm leavin' brain dust

I'll endanger you, lamers like strangers

I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hangers

I'm out of the frame, on a lame, like a Banger

I either put you in a cross, or I pull the Moss

I'm runnin' through some logs, trying to blow ya leg off

I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind

It's like some Colt 45, does it every time, nigga, get my rhymes

[Chorus: Fiend]

If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it

If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it

[Verse 3: Mr. Serv-on]

Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block

Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo' spot

Tell yourself you ain't scared when I run in your shit

I ain't 'bout no games, woady it's your life or yo' bitch

Apologize when I pass by bootin' my grill

Third Ward I represent it Blood City fo' real

Forget yo' know me when I pistol whip you and yo' click

No limit riders, Tre 6, y'all ain't runnin' like this

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]

Now what the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you foes

I'm 'bout to shut down yo heart, 'cause that's how this story go-zos

These boys think 'cause we some CEOs, we must be some hoes

It's consequences and repercussions fuckin' with pros

These bitches hot 'cause it's Hypnotized and No Limit

We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it

I tell you what, Serv kill the head of the click

And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit

[Chorus: Fiend]

If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it

If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it it

[Verse 5: Juicy J]

I never ran up to a trunk, blastin' on a fuckin' punk

Toxicated, high, or drunk, try and grab the closest pump

Never flodged on how I lived, fight a nigga over a bitch

Playa, I'm just callin' pimp, always keep a cigarette lit

Never walked up in the club, dissin' niggas with a mug

Always keep my own sacks, never wanted to hit your bud

Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope

If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body freeze

[Verse 6: Mr. Serv-on]

Close your eyes when you see the cash up in my place

Mouth full, it's a south thang thuggin' like that

You say you know I'm in North Memphis pushin that drill

Tearin' clubs up in South Memphis, smokin' and sniff

Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest

Don't play no games, boy, I'm kinda wild with them TECs

Pretend you're deaf when I scream, what city you claim

Fuck around with me, I separate your body from your name

[Verse 7: La Chat]

Lay down bitch, La Chat, and I ain't playing no games

Bucking you hoes, my motto keep my distance from lames

My 45 be on my side, and I be ready to ride

We catch you slippin', you be missin', have you buried alive

My niggas down, we got that anna that you bitches don't want

Step to me wrong, Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat be strapped with them pumps

Now, how you figure when you fuck up that we're gonna let you live

We kill your ass, then set a ransom for your guts that we spill

[Chorus: Fiend]

If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it

If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it