Stomp

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] Voices in them trees, these are the things That help me vision these evil things Me and DJ Paul we got the hook up finna go stick Me on the passenger side, loc took a slight peek Through thy window, somethin' creepin' up slow It was this loadis driven by this hoe So am sippen on thy reming Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention Not only was you in it yet another nigga drivin' Paul stopped the car Said "won't you buck 'em rough Koopsta?" Shi-r-t I know ya hurt Take them bi-r-ches back Take 'em back with them slugs Sad to see ya gone son, teflons in yo crest Mr. Kutem in dread shed Koopsta got em scared, want prophitin' Shit see that watcha get fo talkin' shit Trick I'll drop you in a splunder Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer biatch [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Come, come who the fuck They want some Niggas want to jump, jump Getcha make ya pump, pump Scarecrow miss ya bump, bump Off a nigga fakin' Goin' to a region Bitches tremblin', shakin' Mafioso rule by And he will act a fool We don't give a damn If your fuckin' red or blue boy Couldn't buy the wet slide Goin' on this best lide Lord Infamous don't waste time When me gotta get mine You know what I want But do Koopsta gets it Storm on this bitch Like some new used confetti Astronomical Triple 6 Writes space on top of astroids Comin' to rip up the shore We killin' the fool So act a fool boy [Hook x4] Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp (lay at, move his ass down to the pump) [Verse 3: Juicy J] How long gon' go deep In the North When niggas stay drunk And smoke Newports From on my streets Wit all only peeps I used to scratch And throw down beats I made a mix With real deep bass The noise I had to be slangin' tapes DJ in this shit try to make that shit Tone be speakers that stack they crates Studio 9 was the place to be Where all jocks were tryin' to get The chance get on the tape Bein' a fool Keep tryin' I'm not goin' to quit The club was packed from wall to wall The gangsta walk is what we call Whn niggas are buckin' I'm still gonna dance The third a fool Let's look if all We took the club And show no love Just throw in our face And gettin real buck They might wanna fight Later on the night Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck Security jumped We smack the punks For throwin' us out For smokin' a blunt The number one song It just cam on And now it's time to fuckin' stomp [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house It's the peel yo Motherfuckin' stand back It's they fuckin' steelo On your fuckin' ass We can't fuckin' brag Cause we comin' up Robbers on my ass Should I blast Cause they runnin' up Maybe it's my premadin' No present turn to yo With the sayin' Saw your nine Boy I call that kick door I stick those Bitches in my trunk And now we back to my hood Don't want the left they die yet But he wishin' he would Wasn't in the mood For this bunk shit But these niggas had to creep That boy they stupid I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep And now we out the club We gotta get em' up Triple 6 and Prophet Posse Ya'll know we make em' stomp [Hook]