[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 ki's
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 ki's
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 ki's
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 down
I gotta make 'em lay it down
I don't wanna hurt nobody
Unless I gotta click for them ki's
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 ki's
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 ki's
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 nine by 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 ki's 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 off-guard from my Glock
When I cock the missile tone 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 ki's
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 ki's
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 ki's
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
Grab 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 Scarecrows 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 ki's
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 ki's
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 ki's
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 ki's
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 laugh"
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 dam
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
