[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes from the slums
Cookin' 'em done with the napalm
Cut off the tongues, bitches are numb
N***as they run, all of my guns
Droppin' yo funds, bullets, they wound
Bitches are doomed, at high noon
Billy the Kid, splatter his wig
Without a clue, n***as get blew up out they shoes
What's up damn fool? I got my tools, don't play no rules
It's up to you, what will you do?
Here comes the rat, here comes the tat
Beat 'em with bats, chop with the axe
Load up the gats, don't hit a mack
Infamous packed, down for a jack
Makin' a stack, roll up the sack
Bu-bu-bu-buck, ready to fuck, testin' my nuts
You will get stuck, down in the rut
Fillin' the slugs, empty your blood
All on the rug, [?] dug
All on my mug - that's war paint
When I'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank and the chains

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Ballin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some shit to creep
N***as notice my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta set
They know 'bout my role
Part of robbin' n***as who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' tricks in a ditch
That's my hobby cause I ain't rich
In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ass
Though I'm not like Dracula my weapon is a scapula
So I'm tryin' to break it down [?]
Crunchy rushin' back to [?]
Which will die or bleed the least?
Watch yo body hit the street
Pay Day, they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But I do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I shot you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead
[Chorus: Juicy J & DJ Paul]
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'
When them nines cocked
Don't get yourself in a situation
Straight to a pinebox
I think it's time for meditation
To all this crime stop
The Three 6 known for demonstratin'
For makin' bodies drop
Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie
Like the movie Scream
These n***as don't say nothing to me
Cause I be lookin' mean
And if you stick a knife right through me
Cut through my bloodstream
You hoes ass n***as better kill me
Cause fool this ain't no dream
I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy
Straight out the institution
Like a mafia member pay me
They know that ain't nothin' to it
To leave yo momma house blazing
And throw her in a sewer
It's '97, you can't fade me
When I got something to do with it
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Now we got some killas in the house
When you claim you couldn't tell
Do I need to leave it here?
(buck, buck, buck)
To leave your ass convinced
Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucking hoes
Mack 10's and 12's rebel, we got this under control
And when we call this type of deal, it's a splash party
When them brains paint the wall
It's DJ Paully all off of ya'll watch me blast
Watch me grasp for this stash
Rip off this mask, I done got hot, I hope it's all cash
And then we hoppin' in that SS
But throw them, gats the mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus
And now we goin' our own separate ways
We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid

[Chorus: Juicy J & DJ Paul]
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch!
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be