[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
It's a hood thang, hood thang
Out to get that hood change
Even if you have put a hoe up out that hood bay
Tryin' to get that paper up
Tryin' to get a caper up
Two-gun Kelly and I'm ready for whatever bruh
One gun ready
One on steady
Ready for whatever, 'bout to make me some (Spaghetti?)
Lookin' for some fetty
Y'all n***as ain't ready
Bout to make some noise like it's Armanghetti

[Verse 2: Violent J]
I have a axe in my hand a nine in the other
My mother taught me [?] how to murder for my brother
Everytime I kill I have to howl at the moon
Not always at night though, sometimes it's at noon
And I'm like ooooouhhaa Lord save me, Jesus
I'ma start clapping this damn fool into pieces
If you heard of us, we know you heard of us
Precision tied with martial arts but still prefer to bust

[Hook: Sugar Slam]
Go, go, get 'em, get 'em
Drop 'em, drop 'em
Wet 'em, wet 'em
Up, go, get 'em, get 'em
Drop 'em, drop 'em
Drop 'em in the brush
Double clutch boys
*Pop pop* makin' much noise
Double, double clutch - they need two hands for such toys
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Run up, get done up
Double clips gunner
I did it for fun-ah
While I'm smoking marijuana
Two-pistol kid
Twice the charge man
Hold up, let me take a minute - hoe I got a extra mag
Wild West gunslinger like "Wild Bill" Hickok
Up in the cut bitch, I'm scopin' wit dat red dot
I make so much noise trick, I woke up hell
Da Mafia 6ix and ICP, man we leave more shells than Taco Bell

[Verse 4: Young Wicked]
Uhhh, two hatchets up, wantin' [?] finna hack 'em up
I don't really mean to gas 'em up
But if anyone of my enemies start to actin' up, I got
Good hands, don't have to bluff
Matter of fact two hands and they bad as fuck
I got a bad bitch that would love to suck
Both hands on the ass - that's double clutch
Jump a motherfucker - that's double dutch
Fuck the police they don't trouble us
Your crew won't beat us, they ain't thug enough
To even ever try to come and fuck with us
I got two hatches, I huck 'em at yo head
Then I pull two heaters and I make sure that you're dead
Double clutch boys
[Hook: Sugar Slam]
Go, go, get 'em, get 'em
Drop 'em, drop 'em
Wet 'em, wet 'em
Up, go, get 'em, get 'em
Drop 'em, drop 'em
Drop 'em in the brush
Double clutch boys
*Pop pop* makin' much noise
Double, double clutch - they need two hands for such toys

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
I keep that nine milli 24/7 with me
Tech-9's 24/7 with me
I thought them n***as was with me
But then them n***as really was against me
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, I never did trust 'em
Even though I'm alone I figured they were bustas
All these n***as from the hood ain't hood
Half of these n***as ain't really up to no good
Uh, I'm a monster with this shit
Two guns shoot two lungs up in this bitch
30 round clips hangin' up under the clit
Out the pussy hole of my plastic Glock, pussy bitch!

[Verse 6: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I once got pulled over - a fatal shooting ocurred
He tried to take me into county, this dude was absurd
You see, I was born to riot, I'm a double clutch cruiser
Legendary in Detroit like Dick the Bruiser
[?] chinese stores into silicone Katys
Bet I nail it in one try, sold pennies, then fifties
I really got to know Paul outta town at a Tempest
Now these bitches hoetrain from Detroit to Memphis
[Hook: Sugar Slam]
Go, go, get 'em, get 'em
Drop 'em, drop 'em
Wet 'em, wet 'em
Up, go, get 'em, get 'em
Drop 'em, drop 'em
Drop 'em in the brush
Double clutch boys
*Pop pop* makin' much noise
Double, double clutch - they need two hands for such toys

[Outro: Sugar Glam & (Koopsta Knicca)]
It's fifteen of you, only ten of us
But we double clutch so it's your head that bust
It's fifteen of you, only ten of us
But we double clutch so it's your head that bust
It's fifteen of you, only ten of us
But we double clutch so it's your head that bust
(Two guns pointed at one motherfuckin' head, Killjoy Club biatch)
It's fifteen of you, only ten of us
But we double clutch so it's your head that bust