[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Mafia
Ya, you n*ggas wanna motherf*ckin play n*gga
Don't go by the Terrance playing no motherf*cking TV show or movie n*gga
Lookin to test me sucka?
I'll show you n*ggas where motherf*ckin tears come from n*gga
From the motherf*ckin haze of these n*ggas guns right here boy!
It's goin down!
[Hook x2: D.J. Paul]
I told 'em (x5)
I showed 'em (x5)
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be
[Verse 1: D.J. Paul]
Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show
Young ho, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that sh*t
Did they forget, or did they not know who they was f*ckin with?
D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis sh*t
Any n*gga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin' when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
And we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a n*gga like they used to say, ya
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Coward n*ggas ride 20 n*ggas deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whip you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf
But you can't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one might really shoot, but that is not you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up
If you real n*gga what the deal, Take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a joke, and a f*ck n*gga, can't stand yo' grind
But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown