[Hook: x2]
  Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
  Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
  Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
  Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
    [Gangsta Boo]
  If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
  Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
  Hoe I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
  To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew
  Put my sign up in ya face
  Leave ya stape without a trace
  You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday
  Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
  With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground
    [Lord Infamous]
  I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
  Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma
  While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
  Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her
  Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
  Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb
  Cars are barrelin' through the nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover
  Niggas catchin the heat from slugs
  Negroes gettin trampled over
    [Hook x 2]
    [Juicy J]
  Now I got you bitches hot
  Platinum out and on the spot
  Mad becuase they take your cell
  So they stop at slangin rocks
  Bring yo ass to North Memphis
  Killas hang and niggas pimpin
  Playas on them cards flippin
  Choppin dope up in the kitchen
  And I always keep it real
  Way before a record deal
  So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills
  Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
  Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend
    [DJ Paul]
  Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs
  You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
  Another hoe is showin'
  Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up
  Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck
  Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio
  Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you
  know
  Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
  Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go
    [Hook]
    [Koopsta Knicca]
  Hey don't call me for sweet songs
  Ain't no ?
  Ain't no funky smilin' faces
  Ain't no grins up on this man
  It's the ? that keeps me cool
  Social security breaking news
  Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath)
  Do you feel it? Is it rare?
  Smack that bitch up with that chair
  When you see me over there
  Raise your hands up in the air
  'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood
  Nigga take another round
  Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out
    [Crunchy Black]
  Claim where I claim, hang where I hang
  Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing
  Do what I do, hanging with my crew
  (What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew
  Ain't no hood, throwin our sets
  Me fucking more nigga no disrespect
  Get out our way, gun will spray
  Easy come nigga anyday
    [Hook until fade]