[Pre-Chorus]
Green Sally up, Green Sally down
Last done squat gotta tear the ground
Old Miss Lucy's dead and gone
Left me here to weep and moan
Green Sally up, Green Sally down
Last done squat gotta tear the ground
Old Miss Lucy's dead and gone
Left me here to weep and moan

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Fiend]
I said bitch (Yeah)
Get the fuck out my face (What)
Get the fuck out my face (Yeah, yeah)
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch (What)
Get the fuck out my face (What)
Get the fuck out my face (Yeah, yeah)
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch (Three Sizzle)
Get the fuck out my face (What)
Get the fuck out my face (Yeah)
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
(They ain't ready for us Paul)
I said bitch (Juicy)
Get the fuck out my face (Yeah, that junt over)
Get the fuck out my face (What, what)
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
[Verse 1: Fiend]
Live and react like, me and this mack right
Since you've seen that I'm here, know what I'm at, right
Only take for the cake or I leave you gushy
And keep them bitches better yet take some mo' pussy
Blah! Blah! Blah!, never get over lookie to rookie
One slip and he soft while rappers sayin' he took me
Can't have it like cats and they rag
Trick or treatin' Hallo-Fiend with lil' gats in my bag
Something 'bout me tryin' to get my mama off in that Jag
Have me a hundred thousand acres, relatin' them bags
I'm the truth and the real, but they all want the records I can't chill
But like a bank, I break them bills
My brother had me countin' a million cash for drill
Cleanin' up wasn't no chore for real, I saw raw yay, swords, and steel
Cars, Star Wars, and grills, had to pause and know I seen it with my paw was real

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
[Bridge: &DJ Paul]
Old miss (Yeah) Lucy's (dead and gone)
Left me here (Yeah) to weep and moan

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I'm more than a murderer times two of that, dealer times two of that
Pimp n***a, two of that, what they wanna do 'bout that?
I grown from a family strong and they love to do wrong
Pimps, whinos, and drug dealers all I known
See I can tell the world the truth now
'Cause either time's been served, n***as died or dropped the charge now
I remember the time back when
Dunnigans ran the town with vest and drop-top Benz
And they hated the Feds so sick
'Cause what you call ballin' now ain't nothin' to how they did shit
But it's a new day, the Feds scared again, it's happenin'
Fuckin' with us but we's just rappin' (Just rappin')
They scared to face the fact we make our money off the music
So what you caught me with a ball of blow, bitch, I use it
I had the Ruger for protectin', but your ass wouldn't have seen it, if you hadn't been inspectin' my shit

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
[Bridge: Juicy J/i>]
I'ma tell y'all n***as what the ghetto in Memphis is full of
Old miss Lucy's dead and gone
Left me here to weep and moan

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
GD's, Vice Lords, killers, drug dealers
Nothin' but that hustlin' goin' on for the scrilla
We supply the music for the n***as in the hood
All the pimps and playets that'll smoke the lightest bud
We the ones that rob you, have you runnin' out your shoes
All through the town, see our picture on the news
Fuck some karaoke, 'cause we talkin' with our slang
Every time we in a group they wanna say we gangs
We love a shitty ho that can make her booty shake
Ain't lookin' for no housewife, I'm at the Ebony and Lace
We smile with them gold teeth, I'm walkin' with a limp
Smokin' on them Newports, bumpin' like a pimp
When all the ladies see me they be sayin' I was him
I'm at the Red Lobster and I'm eatin' all the shrimp
I'm livin' ghetto fab, ridin' Caddy with the dents
Ain't messed up 'bout no carborator, I'm always stayin' lit

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)
I said bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my— (Pimpin', ho)