All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
[Verse One: Lord Infamous]
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse Two: Juicy "J"]
["North, North" repeated through the entire verse]
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV's as th