[Intro: DJ Paul]
DJ Paul in this mothafucka
With my n***a Lil Gin, the Serpent's Stepson
Don't forget to be on the look-out for the new Three-6 Mafia album, Mystic Stylez
It's gonna be onnn, biatch..

[Verse 1: 2-11]
Rollin Vogues and Octavos, Honeycomb dip
I reach into my glove compartment for that full clip
Yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
I'm ballin 85, steady floatin' in the rain
Punchin' up seven digits on the Motorola
As I continue sippin' on Remy Martin and soda
This n***a's crossed me out, now his cap fina get peeled
I catch him snoozin', pull up on his ass, big gold grill
Jumpin' out, lookin' serious, lookin' for that trick
And If I find his ass, I got a ditch for that punk bitch
It's been a while since my gauge been crunkin' bodies in the trunk
And mothafucka's mouth smellin' like a skunk
There that n***a go, I heard you runnin' yo cocksucking bitch
Than I burned 'em leavin' chest wounds, you stupid fuck, yeah
Your blood is spilled, I thought you knew I was jackin' ho
Numerous slayers behind the trigga, bitch, screamin' demons in my soul..

[Bridge: Rasta-T]
Bustah keep on pullin' that knife up on me, ah POM POM!
Gonna shoot that suckah dead with da gun, so POM POM! (that, right!)
Stupid ass dope-fiend with da Yo gun tone, so POM POM! (DIDDY BOP!)
All the dirty ass want to play me dumb some, so POM POM!
'Cause we..
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Rollin' through my hood with the burgundy cloth top-drop
Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot in my lap with the Glock cocked
For the n***as, who disrespect
Pimpin' they continually sweat, me
For the dumb shit
Now I gotta pop a bitch
Laws know I'm dirty though
Snitches droppin' off info
I got the two keys, plus the gat
Bailin' up out my 5.O
Runnin' damn near outta of breath
To the Dope House on the prairie
Jumped into some junkies clothes
Vampin' from the scenery
Even though they pulled my car, I report it stolen first
Then they trace my phone call, situation's gettin' worse
Sirens comin' from the South, the East, and the West
Now it's best to fade to the North, Memphis
Where the n***as just
Love to bust a hot one in a crooked coppa's fuckin' face
Fuck Rodney King, he sprayed a mace
Bitch, I sprayed a gauge
Before I'm locked up, let the mortuary keep me cold
Never considered me cool
My enemy feared me, serpent's in my soul..
[Outro: Rasta-T]
Jump'em they talk me rough
Jump'em they talk me rough (Come down now!)
Upon demons in my souls and they know me coming in group (That right!)
Coming them in group and got my Tec bring them on with the Uzi
And that's what I use to spray them (buck,buck,buck,buck!)