3, 2, 1, GO!

(Intro, Juicy J & [Lil' Flip]) DJ Paul, Juicy J Productions Hypnotize Minds SHUDAFUCKUUUP! [Let's do it, nigga] [Pay attention] Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back (Pre-Verse, Lil' Flip & [Three 6 Mafia]) Now if I front you a O [Bring it back] And once you make all ya doe [Bring it back] And if you steal from me nigga [Bring it back] Cause my homies kill for me nigga [Bring it back] We'll cut off ya head [And bring it back] Duct-tape it to ya leg [And bring it back] And yo partnas can get it too [Bring him back] Now they pumpin on his chest, cause they tryin'a [Bring him back] I told y'all niggas, you supposed to [Bring it back] But that's what you get when you talk behind my back So tell my foes they can get it anytime Cause when I'm on that shit, yeah I got it on my mind for real Here we go (Hook, Lil' Flip) Three, two, one, go! I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes Look you don't wanna fake Cause I'll break yo shiiit And you don't want drama with the Clover G clique, yeah! Three, two, one, go! I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes Look you don't wanna fake Cause I'll break yo shiiit And you don't want drama with the Three-6 clique, bitch! (Verse 1, DJ Paul) See nigga, this dope is cut-less Flippin iron n' weight out my black Cutlass (Cutlass) Shiny paint, with the quarter-top rag (Rag) Got it for cheap, but we can't brag (Can't brag) Haters playin, but they better have a plan-B I got a Glock everytime that they see me And I'ma bust til' my clips out of business And that won't be til' I down all that witnessed See I'ma do you bitches clean, by the book With no murder weapons or talkers, then I'm good See I ain't no trouble maker, just love to smoke wood But'chu Three-6 wanna-be's got me mis-understood, bitch! (Hook) (Verse 2, Juicy J)[Left! repeats on beat throughout verse] Yes sir When you make a little cheese, then these niggas start to hate For just rappin, or a jackin, or a dealer pushin weight Don't get mad at the Juice, cause I hustle til' it's late And you somewhere passed out, wit'cha face off in a plate Heard you never get no pussy, so you hold 'em down and rape Ridin 'round in rental-cars, like you head of the state Tryin'a cut niggas deals, in the trunk he got the ba-kin soda Thought I told ya, he'll get'cha cause he fake Since I rap, don't be thinkin I can't leave yo body stinkin Yes, we do a lot of drugs and a whole lot of drinkin In this business, yeah it's gangsta But this hatin, I'm gon' finish Hit'chu in yo fuckin mouth, send you back to the dentist (Nigga!) (Hook)