[Juicy J]
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you n***as, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this n***a
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass

[DJ Paul]
See this a ass kicking town, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any n***a that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'Cuz we stomp a ho, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin' throwed up, them hats are to the right
Them hats are to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left

[Crunchy Black]
I'm a crunk this n***a though, treat 'em like a ho
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a ho, and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a n***a that you wanna fuck with low
If you didn't know, then n***a you can know, then meet me
Down fool in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke yo' lil ass 'till I
Can't smoke no more
[Chorus]
I'm gon' whoop this n***a
I'm gon' whoop this n***a
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor

[Lord Infamous]
You don't know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you badly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from Triple Six bum rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button
You all bloody and bummy, you yellin' for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket

[Juicy J]
'Cuz I'm wreckin', Smith and Wesson my weapon, we steppin'
To let the steel meet your chest and, don't play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where n***as be pullin'
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time
Claim you got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, n***a they multiply
[Chorus]
I'm gon' whoop this n***a
I'm gon' whoop this n***a
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor