[Hook: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
You got the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box
The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch
Because the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box
The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
As I cut, guts pour, blood washes from the shore
To the sand, as a thousand veins slither through my hand
Could not withstand a man from the underland of pain
As his brains hit the grains and I bury the remains, with my fangs
Piercing through a bitches jugular
Infamous bangin' with psychotic serial killers
The Triple Six murderers
Not leaving enough to put in a tea cup
When I'm ready to cook, and I rip up the hook
Cause these n***as get took by the Infamous crook
And the Mafia villain will fuck up a rookie
Drop him to his knees with the N-I-N-E
Slug gets dug and bloody up your mug
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high capper don't make me touch ya mane
I got the scope, but not the kind that kills bad breath
I got the kind that likes to fuck up ya good health
Everybody in this bitch let's rip some shit up
Tear da club up thugs on ya spot, put 'em up!
[Hook: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
You got the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box
The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch
Because the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box
The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I kill, kill, kill, I murder, murder, murder
Hater's in my face, watch a n***a hurt-ah
Fourty, fourty cal I pull out my back pocket
I grab you by your neck, I pull it outta socket
Range, Range, Range, Rover, Rover, Rover
Bogus-fuckin'-tags, police pull me over
But I blast on these hoes cause I'm too fuckin' dangerous
Prophet the Posse, I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
Killin' off you bitches, that's an easy task
You fools that last, a bullet proof and mask on dat ass, I dash
To yo muthafuckin crib soon as I find out where you live
Flashlights in yo face - robbery or a murder case
Roamin' through the motherfuckin' Black Haven area
Prophet is my Posse, I doubt you've seen some scarier
Plenty talk shit, but they ain't nothing but characters
100,000 dollar cars, now how you gon' laugh at us?
[Hook: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
You got the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box
The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch
Because the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box
The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
First I wanna grab a n***a by his neck, drag him to my fuckin' set
Take a n***a blow, and his cheese, and them cigarettes
Put the gun up to his nose, tie him up from head to toe
Strap his body in a bag, throw him in a bayou
Call my n***as Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through them streets wit them thangs, blast on any fool!
Tear Da Club Up Thugs in this motherfucker, runnin' shit
If you want to playa hate the click then your done with
Knowin' we ain't going bitch, makin' fakers dig they ditch
Scarin' families in the night, makin' 'em pull the panic switch
Comin' like Titanic trick, holocaust wit a grip
Crazyndalazdaz - I'm 'bout to have a fuckin' fit
Hold me back, don't let me go, I'm high as hell and on the road
N***a I break off in ya house and boot yo baby wit a pole
Lunatic and superstitious, on the corner like I'm pimpin
If I see ya on the block I'm buckin', buckin' wit the quickness
[Outro: Lord Infamous]
You got the thugs on ya spot