[Verse 1: Juicy J]
After dark we gettin' buck, comin' like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the [?] lettin' the barrel bust
Bitches say I'm fakin' it, players playa hatin' it
We can trade words or get into some gangsta shit
Ain't the type of n***a that be comin' up and then fall
Keep a couple of nines in my drawls when I'm at the mall
When I'm at the club in the tub for a rub a dub
Even at the church cause I thirst to see a hater bluff
True to the ground yea I'm down for my fuckin crown
Straight from the north side of town with the gangsta frown
Evergreen n***as 'bout to clown cause we runnin' shit
With the Prophet Posse and the whole fuckin' Triple 6
Killa Klan Kaze in the party with the evil hottie
Like collecting guns just for fun, stackin' dead bodies
If you think I'm all rap and just a coward on the floor
Try your fuckin' nuts and bring it out the front door, ho

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For the n***as who act like they hard
We won't hesitate to pull your hoe card
And all the hoods u bangin u slangin for u bar
Cause ain't no tellin whats gonna happen after dark

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Twelve o'clock, in the car, on Lamar
Bout to bring it, to your door
I don't bar no bitch, or a n***a
I pull triggas, won't fight, i try to hit ya
If you bigger, you gonna fall, or try to crawl
Then I ball on your face, with chrome rims, or black walls
Late at night, I'm super tight, stay out of sight
With a scope pointed at a car, with blue lights (blue lights)
You know what I mean, with the stripes run up on ya, like OJ Simpson
With a knife, on your wife, or your kids
Yea I did all the dirt, all by myself, split whigs
Put a body, dead body, body bags, zippin tight real tight
For the trash, then I laugh for the last, aftermath...hahahahahahahahaha
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