[Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos)
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
N***as get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit)
They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)

[Woman]
You can't touch me
Stand back
No!!![2x]

[DJ Paul]
Yeah

[Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These n***as play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy Black]
See I'm a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really n***a give a damn
About you and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a n***a like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the fuckin gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew n***a in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war n***a & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!
[Hook 2x]

[DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain't eatin
They on some muthafuckin diets
A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I ain't come here my n***a for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real!

[Juicy J]
N***as wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the MATA bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass n***as not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Playa I’m out the frame with it, name a price and I'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket
[Boogiemane]
What's up n***a
Wanna be bad as the next n***a
True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck n***a
Buck n***a catchin the cut when I rush n***a
Jump n***a thinkin you cool you chump n***a
Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine
Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid
Wit' the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk
And really dog I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog
But actin like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog