[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
My name is the Scarecrow
Bustas, they approach
They really don't know me too well
I put in the 50 round magazine
Watchin' 'em spin as I empty the shells
Bodies are smackin' the mud, bustas are constantly donatin' blood
I pull the sawed off out my coat, pump it twice and watch it tear up your whole hood and run
Oh no, me do not mind my part in genocide
Oh no, me do not mind committing homicide
Although the way you live is how you must die
The Scarecrow will try his best to take your life, 'cause I know you will try to take mine
I do one to others before they do one to me
And my fingers refuse to release when I'm squeezin' the trigger on nina milli
'Cause suckers be tryin' to take all the things you been workin' so hard for
But I can't hit the floor, I'd rather go out in the smoke
And so I'll do what I have to do
I don't want to kill you, yet, I will fool
Before Lord Infamous take a fall, I spray all of y'all
Aw, mane, they got my back against the wall

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Juicy J, Gangsta Boo]
Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)
All the player haters, and jealousy in the ghetto
Childrens cryin', homies dyin'
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)
That's how it is in the ghetto
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruisin' down them back streets
On my job, a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
Just did one for the money, now I'll do two for the show and
And when I drop the third body, I'm gettin' ready to hit the road
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets, 'cause that's all that I got From ones I've laid in the past, and the new heads I just cracked
But all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush
The tables turnin' before my eyes, now it's me they tryin' to touch
I put the pedal to the m'izz'etal, strap my .455, my .72
I looked up in the rear view
They still comin', them fools must got one too
Comin' up on the side, it's on, I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transportin' fell on my lap, I'm liftin' it up
They gettin' my steel, they started lettin' 'em off
I tried to ram 'em - the telephone post on the sidewalk
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack!
I laughed as them fools take a fall (haha)
Not even on my roster for the day
But my back was against da wall (yeah)

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Juicy J, Gangsta Boo]
Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)
When a gun is to your head, there's nothin' to be said in the ghetto
You better watch your back, 'cause you might get car jacked
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)
Oh, that's how it is in the ghetto
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I'm that fool you don't know, I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with the gat, infrared behind the trees
You gon' drop to your knees, you gon' yell "Brother, please!"
All the police on your force gon' be scared to witness me
When you see me in the traffic, psychopathic killer addict
Kidnappin' MPD's, choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch, while the night is filled with mist
Mystic Stylez by the killers from the six double six

[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
In the alley's, not a bum, just a gang creepin' low
Fourty four is the tool, pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Break the law on a slaw cop, 'cause I'm down to blast
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the 9 in they lap, plus the stash
Crunchy black at the hideout, smokin' quarter pounds
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
First contestants fallin' down
Flag covered up over the casket
Which we leave in a dead cop
Surrender, now causin' a funeral
Sooner or later, no matter, your crews gon' drop

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)
Mothers cryin' because their babies are dyin' in the ghetto
One time - some are straight, some from the tek
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)
Ohh, in the ghetto, yeah
[Outro: Juicy J]
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95
With the all new "GimiSum Family"
Bring it to your door, fool, 'til it just don't pay no mo'
We out