[Intro: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

[Hook: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Late, last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these ho's
Thinkin' should I cut they head
Should a n***a plan a hit, or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business, 'cause they don't who they fuckin' with
Call my n***a Project Pat, 'cause I know he got my back
Fuck writin' rhymes, this is real shit, not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard
The Devil on my left side, the other side I'm seein' God
Why do n***as talk shit? N***as can't stick together
Seein' a n***a get killed, will make a n***a feel better
So, I just walk in a pace, thinkin' of the case of mothafuckas
Who trait pistol to your fuckin' face
This ain't no game, n***a, my finger's on the trigger
The time is runnin' out, my conscience sayin' I gotta get him
Is there a way, that a n***a can escape from Hell?
I fucked him up with the Mossberg buck shells, bitch
[Hook: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop-drop-drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
Buck shots to the brain, Triple 6 style, mane
This antibiotic’s for any n***a sick about my six-double-six
An automatic w'izz'ig spl'izz'it
We mothafuckin' thick
My n***as in Fowler Homes down
S.P.V., Cleaborn Homes, Watkins & Brown, Queensmound
Trigg & Lauderdale, Lakeview G’s, and them Texas Court G’s
The riverside G-A-N-G-S-T-A
N***as down with the Triple Six Mafia
Let's ride, Smoked Out, Loced Out with a fat .45 on the seat
'Bout to make a sucker n***a eat the barrel
When I stick it in his mouth
Give me cheese, say your ABC's
Kind of hard to do, when my pistol's in your grill
Mouth full of gold teeth, smile for the kill
I'm telling you sucker ass n***as for the last time
Don't run your mouth
The Triple Six Mafia n***as will blow your ass off
[Hook: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop-drop-drop-drop it off, drop it off
Bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off
Bitch-bitch-bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it-drop it off-drop it off
Bitch, I got a-bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it-drop it off-drop it off
Bitch, I got a sawed off

[Outro: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up-walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off