Project Pat

[fox69]

"Rubber Bands"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Rubber Bands"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Hook x2:]
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands [x3]
Fuck with my rubber bands, its a murder man

[Project Pat:]
If its money on the table they get wronged and they gon' die
Penitentiary chance to get this cash, I'm wrong but a nigga gon' try
Fuck police and them snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] baked like chicken pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the streets gon' tell it no lie
If you phony get fucked like a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gon' always hustle on the low, so my pockets stay high
I got thugs who at them triggers, blow one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking about taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie
Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gon' flood the town
Making plays like the Superbowl, each one touchdown

[Hook x2]

[Juicy J:]
My fingers tired, from counting fifty
Triple bands, only hunnas, I don’t fuck with twenties
Unless they young and they hungry for the dick, drugs
More dick, another bitch, drugs
Fucking 2 bitches with fore gloves
Yo nigga lost his bitch
I'm walking in on some ball shit
Juicy J I talk money, I don't talk shit
I wan't it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so motherfucking fly
I should star on Star Trek, and they should bring the show back
Let me show niggas how to swag
Money talk, I promise I heard your money laugh
I ain't got no bones to pick with my past
All of the niggas owe me money, dead in the grass
Catching my ashes, from the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, diamonds is my weed man

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Rubberband Me"

"Rubberband Me"


I'm a pure brick of blow,
Do you understand me?
I'm a walking bank roll
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
I'm a walking bank roll,
You can rubberband me

I'm a pure brick of blow,
Do you understand me?
I'm a walking bank roll
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
I'm a walking bank roll,
You can rubberband me

Rubberbands on my wrist cause it's stacks on deck,
Robbers get a death wish, 40 cal to the neck,
50 geeze on the wrist, I'm a get my respect,
I heard you talkin with a lisp, wants to holla seat check,
Goochie shoes on my feet, goochie looking just to cure,
Ridin 30's on the hummer, 07 is the year,
Smokin purple marijuana, sippin purp in the cup,
Ghetto nigga with some money, buy the bar nigga what?
Ain't no slack in my mack, cause there's cheese to be gotten,
All this candy on the chevy makes a haterz eyes run,
20 geeze in my pocket, spend it all at the mall,
Girl flaggin me down an egyptian lookin broad

I'm a pure brick of blow,
Do you understand me?
I'm a walking bank roll
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
I'm a walking bank roll,
You can rubberband me

I'm a pure brick of blow,
Do you understand me?
I'm a walking bank roll
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
I'm a walking bank roll,
You can rubberband me

Peanut butter recuss, with an orange paint job,
Strip a club flash money like I bought a bank job,
Diamonds flyin from the bezzle see the rolex watch
Desert E runnin chambers so a nigga can't rob
24's on the chevy they be ooo that nigga clean girl
Itbezzle jeans white tee mane that nigga clean girl
We trapped with the cane came from Texas the valley
Smokin good bubble cush call me straight outta Cali
Chain got so much ice mane you can call me frosty
They shine like my 24's you can call me flossin
For checkin size guns got me hositle,
You ain't Tom Cruise cause your mission is impossible

I'm a pure brick of blow,
Do you understand me?
I'm a walking bank roll
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
I'm a walking bank roll,
You can rubberband me

I'm a pure brick of blow,
Do you understand me?
I'm a walking bank roll
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
You can rubberband me
I'm a walking bank roll,
You can rubberband me

 

[fox69]

"Run A Train"

"Run A Train"


[girl] Aaaaaaaaaaaaa....[Dj Paul] Please [Project Pat] Yea
[girl] Aaaaaaahh Please! [Dj Paul] Say pretty please [girl] ahhhhhhh...
[Project Pat] Yea [sound of mix table]
[Dj Paul] Say I want some triple six dick
[mixing] Let's...
[girl] Oooo I want some triple six dick...[girl screaming]
[mixing] Let's call the boys let's run a train
[Dj Paul] Say I want some Hypnotize Minds dick [girl] I can feel it
[two girls screaming] Let's run a train
[mixing] Let's run a train
[Dj Paul] Spread it open, Let's run a train
[mixing] Let's call the boys let's run a train
[mixing] Let's run a train
[Dj Paul] I'm 'bout to claw it, 'bout to claw it
Let's run a train [2x] Let's call the boys let's run a train

[Project Pat:]
It's the drink player, ho layer, money making bitch breaker
Take a ho straight to the room and I save a spot for my row dogs
Drinking on eight ball,
don't ya'll wanna run a train on this bald head bitch
Sucking a dick quick, I spit mack shit, lick,
on a ho's mind fine with a big behind
I'm going to dick her down soon as she sucks a dick,
nut on her tongue, Juicy filming this porno flick,
enter with, man this ho is wild she ain't wearing draws
Dick in her ass with her mouth full of salty balls,
take a pause, let's call up my niggs, watch this ho get loose,
everybody hitting from the back, ass like a moose
The caboose of this choo-choo- train (choo choo)
Kiwi is her name, why she wanna call her self a freak,
it must be a loop or a twist to her answer
When I'm urging, can my nigga hit?
[girl] Aw naw I'm a virgin (never ho)

[mixing] Let's run a train (girls screaming and moaning)
[mixing] Let's call the boys, let's run a train [7x]

You a virgin, yea right, but you liking me,
Dj Paul, Juicy J and my nigga Heavy C
Want to have it all? spoil a bitch on the D-L, baby we can ball
'Cause we never kiss never tell, want the case and cream?
You can get it and no doubt,
but all that cum gonna white your fucking teeth out
(girls screaming loudly)
Get your teeth out of the way of your tongue and lips
Finger nail tips, nice switch and some big hips, as the train flips
You a nympho trying to look (girl screaming aw shit)
When the game spits you a freak ho, off the hook
Ready, aim, dick towards your mouth, then open up
You my main bitch if you think so freaky slut
Slap the buttcheeks real tight with a rubber on,
dick hard and her clit hard
She begin to moan (girl screaming yes, yes)
when it's on, and it's going down, you know what's up,
fifth of that crown and a ounce of that good stuff

[mixing] Let's run a train (girls screaming)
[mixing] Let's call the boys, let's run a train [7x]
Yea Hypnotize Minds in this thing finna give u a scoop
On some of these off the hi-zee free-zees in the M-town and down south baby
(The bitchy) Candy! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) Tonya! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) Shay Shay! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) Kiwi! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) Lisa! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) Tammy! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) Christi! We ran a train on the bitch!
(The bitchy) My main bitch We ran a train on the bitch!

[mixing] Let's run a train
[mixing] Let's call the boys, let's run a train... [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Run Up"

"Run Up"


Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, broad daylight with no mask
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass Broad daylight with no mask
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
You may not seen the nigga at the ATM
Making a withdrawal
Thinking to myself this 38 will make you shit drop
It was 1 am at night
With nobody else around
I was at the Popeyes across the street
Sipping on some crown
In the drive through
Waiting on a number three
Smoking on a loud blunt
Loaded heater on the seat
This bitch handed me the [?]
Snatch the bag and pulled off
Tryin' to catch this mother fucking nigga 'fore he pulled off
So I crashed up next to his car
District by it self
He was on them 24 [?] sitting in [?]
Keys in the ignition
He got own up to his curve
Walking out the ATM
So I put my car in gear
Revved it down
Hopped up out the car
I could see his pur
Heart beating fast
I could see the smile disappear
I'm like nigga drop the cash off
Motherfucking sad talk
Need to call operator
Oh I'll blow your ass off
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, broad daylight with no mask
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass Broad daylight with no mask
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
On my mark, ready set, go
Running to the cheese
Gotta eat
I ain't greedy
I just gotta sleep with ease
If you owe me something
Just don't owe me nothing while I'm hurtin'
Cause I may just lay you down
That's for motherfucking certain
Close curtain on a nigga ask fuck just how you feelin
Ain't no chillin'
It's a killin'
'Bout that, dollar billing
That's for really
New or bitch
Kept her baby daddy [?]
And she got money in the attic, I don't suppose to know
Get your bitch up
One night I told her all kinda shit
Bludgeon like her life is [?]
She telling me she want this dick
I'm on the way I hit this strip
She on the other side of town
I back up in the driveway
Had to turn the pipin' down
Open up the door immediately
I guess she seen them headlights
Sat upon the couch
Asked her what the headlight
Pulled out that main
Then I start to burn her brain
Then I put the barber to her head and told her to give me everythin'
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, broad daylight with no mask
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass Broad daylight with no mask
Don't make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash

 

[fox69]

"Sackful"
(feat. Nasty Mane)

"Sackful"
(feat. Nasty Mane)



[Intro:]
A motherfucker got me fucked up in here playin but I ain't payin
I ain't shakin my ass for shit
Talk about your motherfucker baller
So drop it out
[Hook:]
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful
[Bridge:]
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
[Verse 1:]
These girls asking for their grip and they screaming it,
Better pay for that dance or you ain't shit and she meaning it,
They want that money more than dick and she finin it,
Prometazine in my Sprite, I'm leanin it
I'm looking like a million bucks these bitches looking for bucks,
Fuckin on these niggas pockets, she need nigga like sluts,
I'm screaming pimpin while I'm tippin 'cause I'm bout that bread
I aks shawty bout that head this is what she said
[Hook:]
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful
[Bridge:]
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
[Verse 2:]
All these 20's bank rollin like a phonebook
If ye ain't tippin stand back, you just came to look
She want them dollars on the stop, fuck a check uh
I feed these hoes long dick, no cook book
She got my name on her ass, that's a good look
I swear she got some superhead, she gon write a book
She on that paper talk, I ain't got the nigga hook
Slidin down that pole like a fire chief
Pussy poppin for that chedda, she about a dollar cheez
She down south dick but she from out east
Whole body tatted up, a ghetto masterpiece
She all about her guap, she speakin guapanese
[Hook:]
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful
[Bridge:]
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

 

[fox69]

"See You Fall"

"See You Fall"


[Intro]
I just wanna talk to y'all for a second, man
Some knowledge man, some real shit. See, you can
Do what you do, man, and have fun with it, but you
Gotta watch who the fuck you doin' it with. 'Cause
Niggaz always tryin' to throw a banana peel in front
Of you. Nigga wanna see you fall, they don't wanna
See you ball. For real

[Hook 2x]
I'm a ball 'til I fuckin' crawl
But dot my I's, cross my Ts and dodge the law
A bitch nigga will do anything to see you fall
A bitch nigga will do anything to see you fall

[Verse 1]
We got pistols in the car, and the dope in our system
Nigga sittin' on them bricks, slippin' could come up missin'
'Cause you cowards hate to see the real come up off the drugs
Hate to turn us on to plugs, nigga come up off the druggs
I ain't sayin' it no more, 'cause these triggas'll get swoll
Another clip on the gun, you'll receive an extra hole
The truth to be told, you was wanted from the get-go
A watered down nigga, like the gas at a Citgo
Project hittin' licks though, takin' from rich po
Suckas wishin' that I fall, naw I ain't gone let go
Niggas see me in the streets prayin' I get popped
Now fuck a crooked cop, and I'm risin' I can't stop

[Hook 2x]

Mayn I knew this nigga that a nigga used to mess with
He done went and snitched to this broad I used to mess with
Told her all my business, how a nigga will break the law
Nigga what you whistle when this forty five take your jaw
Sold drugs on the corner wit' cha tryin' to get rich
Thought you was a big playa, naw you was a big snitch
Switchin' up your story boy you're hotter than a burnt chicken
Caught you with a brick, Feds threatened and you turned chicken
Yeah, you suckas hatin' me, 'cause I'm outshinin' ya
Hustle 'til the dough gone, me I'm out grindin' ya
Hypnotize minds and the jewelry straight blindin' ya
Niggaz bring and wanna get, mayne we ain't signin' ya

[Outro, thug nigga, during Hook 2x]
You know we do dat my nigga. You cut your own throat. It's over with
Ain't no gettin' fresh. You niggaz see these Benzes out here. You niggaz see
These BMWs out here. You niggaz see these Hummers on 30s out here
Nigga we rep the Dirty South, nigga. North Memphis
South Memphis, the gutter boy. Real niggaz who don't run their caps when the
Going get tough nigga. Real niggaz don't snitch on their dogs. Niggaz out here
Tellin'. Mayne you niggaz ain't real. Nigga kill yourself, I don't care how many
Bodies you got under your belt, nigga. When them Feds caught up with you
You told 'em. Nigga you's a punk. Understand me, nigga, ain't no rank in the
Hood no mo. You don't exist. You might as well grew up with a, with a penis
In your mouth and in your booty nigga. Nigga you's a snitch nigga! Kill yourself!
Real talk, swallow some cyanide punk! You ain't the truth no mo! Your rep don't stand
Over here nigga. I'm a tell you somethin'. When you get out, we'll be waitin'
On ya. With those hollow slugs and those hi-glow shots. That's how we roll
BOY! You know the business!

 

[fox69]

"Shake That Ass"

"Shake That Ass"


[Chorus 4x]
Shake that ass ho
Make that cash ho
[Verse One]
My name aint Michael, I got a pickel
That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
Man I'm a motherfucker out here wit myself
Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health
Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
Takin ya game to the V.I.P.P. room
Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum
Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
I'm quick to buck ya, bitch I don't admire you
Either it's my way, or hit the highway
Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray
[Chorus 4x]
Shake that ass ho
Make that cash ho
[Verse Two]
Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby
Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
Save all that bullshit, drama and actin
Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin
Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch
You shake and dance bitch, I'm just your man bitch
I like affection, not a infection
Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
If you sadictic, don't you step to this
Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
Up there is where these green leaves'll send me
Keep to the game be yo conversation
Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation
Shake that ass ho...
Pop (pop) dat pussy ho...['til fade]

 

[fox69]

"Shooters"
(feat. Project Pat & Shy Glizzy)

"Shooters"
(feat. Project Pat & Shy Glizzy)



[Colonel Loud:]
Uhh, its your boy Colonel Loud
Know what I'm talkin bout
Them muthafuckin shooters nigga
Yuh, um
We got niggas out here, thinking they doing something
Might cross a nigga for a little bit of bread, but niggas ain't worried bout that shit, man
I ain't gotta get dirty my nigga
I'm a muthafucking boss, jefe nigga, I got shooters

I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

[Project Pat:]
My dope in the plastic
No questions asking
Robbery squad, with out masking
Choppers with scopes
[?] the hoes
Square ass nigga, livin with hoes
Russian rifle, with the banana clippers
It'll tame everyone of you, monkey ass niggas
Nigga ran off with the drop, he got shot
Tried to run off in the spot, he got popped
Young niggas kill anything for the guap
Tell lil bruh smoke up then [?] the crop
Its payback bitch, that's why the bullets sailing
Took your head off, and yo bitch got to screaming
Y'all was on a date, bullets got to raining
Brains on the glass, what the fuck was he thinking?
Crossing the boss, get you lost in the sauce
Get yo ass blowed off, running off at the jaw

[Colonel Loud:]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

Lil nigga laying in the bushes, waiting for your ass to hit the front door
Catch a pussy nigga close range, leave his ass laying on the front porch
What it look like? I ain't pull the triggas, all this motherfucking money that I'm making
I'm a boss in these Carolina streets, I seen a lot a rap niggas out faking
You ain't bout that life my nigga, you ain't never dozed off in the trap
Waking up to a fiend in your face, fist balled up, still palming on that crack
My young boy got a Glock that holds 17
He been shooting since he 12, now he 17
Don't let my little nigga pull up on that Chevy thing
He don't give a fuck, when he done, be spraying everything
And that's a motherfucking truth
See my shooters? They'll shoot
When I give the green light they don't ask no questions they just do what it do
I'm a motherfucking boss
Keep thinking I'm soft
I don't get my hands dirty, I send my young boys, they'll knock your ass off

I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

[Shy Glizzy:]
The one and the only, the Jefe
You play with my set, it get messy
Let niggas play with my fetti
Watch me swing round that weight like I'm [?]
These niggas funny like Eddie (Murphy)
I told your bitch here go a Bezzy (She Thirsty)
I got two bitches in Beverley, said that I'm buying one Louis, one Fendi
Got shooters, got shooters, got shooters (boom, boom)
I got mula, got mula, got mula (lot of it)
Your girlfriend, yes she's a chooser
You can have her back that bitch a jeweler
Clip hanging out like a ruler (bang)
It's big glizzy, bitch yes I'm the ruler (bang, bang)
They don't want no work, they not stupid
Have choppers show that lil boy he so foolish (blahh)
Chase 7 [?], I mean the [?] never killed, If I don't? Well of course
All of these diamonds look like Mr. Floss
I spend the bands, I don't care what it costs
I tell my young nigga, off
And he get to taking them off
Glizzy got 30s, and 50s, and 100s, You better bout face for them all

[Colonel Loud:]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

 

[fox69]

"Shot On Whole Hoods"

"Shot On Whole Hoods"


[Hook:]
I hustle for my money and I spend it how I like, like, like
I ain't thinking twice
I shoot only fuck boys any given night, night, night
I ain't thinking twice
I done shot on whole hoods [x8]

Ain't no love for no fuck boy
We got the bag sold that bitch she gon' suck boy
This rap shit don't pay off I'm hustling boy
And pay you niggas in the street like a motherfucking toy
Memphis nigga country niggas sell plenty dope
Fuck with Hector and Gomez we got plenty smoke
Barrel to yo throat we robbing night and day
We got plenty pistols blow ya fucking life away
African descent with them Russian rifles
Hit em with the choppa, he was moon walking just like Michael
How you pussys out here bleed like you on your own cycle
He brought the bag, deal with bad, dead on arrival

[Hook]

Up in the jail how nigga mane wasn't straight killer
Standing on these niggas
Cuz he had plenty niggas riding with him
But this bitch nigga wasn't even proper
A sucka like in front of these bullets not even swap em
We got out of jail middle with it ain't no guessin'
Ran off with 40p off that good straight finessed it
Wen back and told his niggas in his neighborhood
Like I was supposed to be scared or something
Nigga fuck yo hood
Nigga fuck yo niggas
I came through with them flamethrowers
Black [?] me and my dogs and let them bitches blow ya
Holes in these niggas bodies bigger than a hula hoop
If ya feel yo life in danger I advise you shoot

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Show Dem Golds"
(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy 'J')

"Show Dem Golds"
(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy 'J')



[Hook 1 2x]
Northside hoe, Southside hoe
Eastside hoe, Westside hoe

[Chorus 2x]
Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds)
Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)

[DJ Paul]
It's the return of the gangsta - like my niggas OutKast
Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pass
Niggas off the heezy, fuck all at the fuckin' bar
On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car
If they throw the wrong sign - niggas better handle it
Fuck goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet
I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here
And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this shit here
Before I blow a nigga ass off - him and his hoe
Ready to rob me a bitch and get the fuck out the do'
This shit is real dumb nigga, who fucka say we playin'
Boy you in the wrong land, fuckin' wit a grown man
It's: "MAFIA, MAFIA" from the beginning into ending
While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one inning
You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy
You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy

[Chorus 4x]

[Juicy J]
We up all night, we smokin' that shit
Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the bitch
They called us niggas, we run in packs
Some playa hate this skin because the color is black
We sag our jeans, the ride be clean
Them twanky-twin-twins make them rims be mean
We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead
The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s
And if you violate - get that tone to the head
And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed
I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us
A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, slut
We people on the left - and we folks on the right
We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights
The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site
We sleep in the morning and we come out at night

[Chorus 4x]

[Project Pat]
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse
You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse
Niggas curse when they get caught, then they go to jail
Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail
Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time
Just another broke hood nigga - cheese up on my mind
Grab the nine, wanna make change
Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 niggas who get down
'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill
I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal
And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate
I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape
A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late
In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate

[Chorus 4x]

[Hook 2 2x]
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows