Grab the Gauge

Hook: (4x) Grab my guage and then erase Grab my guage and then erase Ride up on the street And put some niggas in the front page [1st Verse, Gangsta Boo] Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit This shit so funky cause way underneath the grounds are Triple 6 I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large I keep you hataz out my face Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid You hoes can't fuck wit me I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later Everybody wanna gossip he say she say dis and dat You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit Quit fakin' just cause da Three, Six, Mafia Coming nine-six, to two G's bitch Misses lady gangsta on that weed, kickin real shit Just to let you know my partner ho come on the scenery Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams Now where you gon' go? You can't hide your life is over kid It's time for the killin' Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch Hook 4x [2nd Verse, DJ Paul and Juicy J] [DJ Paul] Man this nigga kill me Tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide When he gotta drop his tapes of his self Plus he gotta call drunk to get a ride [Juicy J] I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best Talkin' about, bout my tape The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape Knowin' he sweet as cake [DJ Paul] The type ah nigga to tell these hoes That's he about to blow the fuck up The only blowin' up bitch you doin' Is when I stick the grenade in your butt [Juicy J] Since Im smokin them mega blunts I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar I saw you for real Hit that ill shit You Primo buyer [DJ Paul] Juice man I know what you sayin' These hoes be killin' me ever so softly But little bit a bitch boy know I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me [Juicy J] Don't forget about the dope You enraged, after you got that page From a doctor from the health department Tellin' you are infected wid AIDS [DJ Paul] This ho boy holdin' card Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it Then he got fucked signed his contract You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy [Juicy J] Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, still put 'em on dem CDs Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please Hook (4x) [3rd Verse, Lord Infamous] Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic Iraqie, Iranian, South American Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck Put your heart in a bag then I sprinkle yo ashes Headin straight to tha headquarter Chief on the blunt of the Indica down in my stash I reside in the insane asylum The bodies I pile 'em On Infamous Island Where there is no smilin' The niggas buck-wildin' The weapons are silenced There's nothing but violence Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the Scarier, insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em There's no merry love, only murder blood Then I take something worst Out of all of these hollow points burst in disperse Going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt You be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit They can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still Sufferin' every day dat I swear I see dey fuccin pressule on they brother mane It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet Hook ('til fade)