[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm scopin' out ya busta, 'cause I got no love f'izz'or ya
I got a green Chevy with a trunk that'll hold ya, down
'Til I reach my part of town, Blackside Bound, clown
Shoot ya down, have you ever heard the sound
Of a S-K auto round, trick (trick)
Ditch a bitch in a second, click
Quick, quick on a rapper for the hell of this
Show my love that I got for the Three 6, sickness in the heart of me
Fills my b'izz'ody with the love of a robbery

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow with the cloud of smoke, flyin' out my mouth
The little hundred rounds, give it to me now, or me pow
Me cock a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood
Eventually you pass away, and then me choke on me bud
Me wonder why smokin' this thunder
Makes me go out and hunt a n***a for money
I start this shit out on a monday
And do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain, mane
Shut the fuck up and give me everythang
[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Back in the days, as a kid I played "stick 'em up"
Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts, robbin' armored trucks
Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park when it's pitch dark
Comin' out the cuts with a gat when I'm ready to rob
Hard to my job, I was makin' bustas think twice
Thinkin' that I'm fuckin' nice, knowin' I'll make they body ice cold
Then throw 'em in the hideaway, where bodies lay
With them thangs we'll split ya brain, when we stang

[Verse 4: Scan Man]
The last stang, grab my Glock, Paul my nig, stand yo post
Time to get these tr'izz'nicks, who fuck with the mothafuckin' ritual click
Paul, you take the right, my nig, now cut they debt
Anna for us constantly, now it's time they meet their death
Creep up slowly, most quietly don't make no noise
Brutal, how I was breakin' in on this moterhfucker hoe-type negroes
Split them brains, now shoot, fill 'em full of milli rounds
Gunshots they sound off, tr'izz'nicks left dead on the ground
Busta bitch, test this shit, I unload the pistol clip
Terror stang, swiftly done, then I blow smoke from my gun
No love in me, the Scan Man just don't give a fuck
Stangin' you bitches and leave 'em in ditches
That's what the Triple 6 really love
[Outro: Lord Infamous]
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Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang
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Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang
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