[Chorus 8X]   Don't stand, don't stand so close to me      [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]   Rip you bitches mugs off   Lookin at me fire hot   Rollin wit my brother E   Take me to your stash spot   Queen of Memphis reppin   Crazy lady steppin   Comin wit tha automatic chrome tone weapon   Nigga yah you know the biz   What you in my face for   Add teeth gold bracelet wit tha fuckin bezzle   Cruisin wit tha limo   Tint on my window   Pop a half X   Now I'm ready to get felt on   On my way to New York   Get the latest fashion   Head on back to Memphis   Hit the Pure Passion   Shake it shake your ass bitch   Sexy fine thang you   Mad hoes always got something about the Gangsta Boo   Catch me at the Grammy's   Wit a blunt, runnin shit   Fuck you sissy bitches   Ya'll can't fuck wit me, I'm runnin shit   Everybody know   All my niggaz do just what I say   Nowhere close to me   Check the fuckin resume      [Repeat Chorus 8X]      [Verse 2: Lord Infamous]   Don't stand much closer   I can't focus   On the snow ?????????????   This automatic   Start to splattin   Cappin, fuck the police   My millimeter   Like my peter   Keep em rippin apart   Evaporate em   On this caper   Sissy boy wit no heart   A lot of punks   They talk that junk   Up on that fuck the Scarecrow   I'm super cool   You act a fool   You coward you gotta go   I'm mega ?????? super pimp   ?????????? to the grave   But if I'm trippin off that hay   That be the end of the day      [Verse 3: Crunchy Blac]   Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me   If you stand too close you get the elbow G   Go on young nigga   Tryna start some shit   If you start some shit   Nigga this what you get   I'm a rock and roll   I'm a lock and unload   I'm a lay your weak ass down on the floor   In this gotdamn club   Cause i told you bro   Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me      [Repeat Chorus]      [Verse 4: Juicy J]   Let me be me   Let you be you   Let me smoke my weed   You can do what you do   If I'm ridin in the Bentley   Don't be mad at me   Your baby momma   Wanna holla   Know she glad to see   A classy playa from the North   Wit a bag of good   Fifth of hen   Pint of gin   Rollin through the hood   If i seem a little hot   I can't help myself   You betta catch up witcho kind   And fuck wit somebody else      [Verse 5: DJ Paul]   Now I'm a lock you in the fuckin trunk   While i hit the fuckin funk   Now I'm goin crazy boy   All i see is blood boy   Shoot you in the fuckin arm   Pop you in the fuckin leg   Sit back   Sip syrup   And watch your snitchin ass beg, bitch   Stay away from Lil Craig   Claimin you his friend hoe   All up in my brother's face   Knowin you wanna be him hoe   Niggaz don't fuck wit you   Niggaz tryna kill you   Everybody know you the police   So we gon peel you   The real don't feel you      (Scratching till end)      Don't stand, don't stand so close to me