[Chorus: Juicy J]
(Tear it off!) If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch (x8)

[Verse 1: Carmike]
I got a nine-milli and that bitch just snuck in my drawls
So think before you step, pimpster, take a look and fall
Yo n***a, don't let that be the motherfucking reason
Why the C-A-R-MIKE n***a click, turnin' this into Glock season
Early morning shit, plus I'm drunk full of skunk
Ran to the bathroom to take a dump, Skinny Pimp got the pump in the trunk
Now I'm out, so step on up, on my scale fool
I got you where I want you, finna see who's gonna bail
Judge bonded, bitch, I ain't worried, fool, I'm the illest
Better be worried about when I come at your head trying to peel this
Cap's, no more nap, 'cause his head's, bloody red
Fool, I ain't scared, broke leg, started with a plague, yeah
I'm skinny, but plenty, from tripping off of them Alizes though
And, plus, I'm dickin' on every last one of your hoes
Putting my foot dead in your ass, on my toe, leave some shit
Bring your click, so y'all can step up to this nine, bitch

[Chorus: Juicy J]
(Tear it off!) If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch (x8)

[Verse 2: Carmike]
Kris Kringle, last n***a, yo, what the fuck you want?
Knocking on my door, sticking up for your folks, this must be a joke
I don't take you serious, your minds are delirious
And not a least bit, "Do you worry, this?"
So bring it on, bring it on, little pussy hoe
What the fuck you're searching for, punk bitch? Here I go
His time was up, the Lord he must have called upon his service
Now tell me, big bro, do you have the same courage?
Cause if you do, (Nah, dawg, that's alright)
Damn, you almost made it another killing after midnight
So take heed and be wise, 'cause the wrong way and you'll die
And you'll never have a second chance to be a real man
You had the nerve to try to (pop!) a cap, and cap, and cap
Now, visit the land of the hot, just drop, in a pool full of blood
Wrap you up in a knapsack and drop you off in the woods
[Chorus: Juicy J]
(Tear it off!) If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch (x8)

[Outro: Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah y'all know what time it is
Juicy J in the house for the '94, sayin' fuck TNT
Don't buy no stereo sound system from the motherfucking (?) babbish
I don't give out no tapes for them motherfucking crazy lil' bitches
Fuck ya'll motherfuckers
What'd I tell you about them hoes, mane?
Fuck them
(?)

[Outro: Carmike]
Aww, yeeeaahh, it's Carmike up in this motherfucker
(?)
Cause, I'm, uhhhh...
I ain't gonna tell you what I'm gonna do, but I'm gonna do it