[Intro: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit

[Hook: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Nig-n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm a n***as worst nightmare, I keep my plans quiet as kept
Mothafuckas wonderin' what the Juice is gonna do next
Just sit back like a mack for the killin' spree
N***as killin' n***as, that's all a n***a wanna see
I tried to be a down ass n***a, never sellin' out
Till mothafuckas started ridin' my dick, and runnin' their mouth
I heard I did this, did that, rumors left and came
People said I got a bitch drunk, and we ran a train
Fuck what you heard, n***a, stay the fuck out my face
Gossip in yo fuckin' mouth gon' make a n***a catch a case
Everytime I see ya in front of ya high school
Tryin' to flag me down, old nappy head bitch ass fool
Time for the Juicemane to go insane
N***a get real, before I put a bullet to yo brain
'Cause I'm a n***a that you don't wanna fuck with
So, don't come in my face with that ho shit
[Hook: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, busta ass, busta ass n***as
Runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Mafia n***as pull them triggers, blast on they sissy ass
Buck 'em down once, buck 'em down twice
Yo casket get wet when you fall in a blood bath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
Criss-cross in my path, if you think I'm jokin' bitch
Bitch mothafuckas spread shit, fall down 6 in a ditch
Switch from this place to that place, startin' rumors
Fillin' up the heads of them Killa Man tape consumers
But they continue to sell, and I continue to get bailed
That's why we rollin' clean, and for you, it's a dream
To join the Triple 6, try dreamin' of suckin' our dicks
Because them Triple 6 n***as don't bar none of you tricks
Gl'izz'ock on the hip, plus some extra clips
You face the face of death when I squeeze on that b'izz'ig gr'izz'ip
And I don't wanna hear shit a n***a said about me
Unless I ask
I'm 'bout to smack yo busta ass, n***a
[Outro: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n***as runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, busta ass, busta ass n***as
Runnin' around with that ho shit
Now, now with a n***a all on the dick of the 6-double-6