I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches    [DJ Paul]  My nigga silent night, deadly night  That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman  Scope my man then I toss the dynamite  Bitches yall ain't got the guns  Bitches yall ain't got the funds  Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run  Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'  I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys  Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks  Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga  Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes    [Gangsta Boo]  I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'  Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'  How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?  You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch  Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy   I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy  In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races  People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches    [Juicy J]  Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'  Cause a nigga givin these blessings  See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon  Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player  Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later  Probably I should call the boys  Tell them to bring them toys  We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil  And keep loadin them guns  Takin em one by one  Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done    [Lord Infamous]  Take em' on a lyrical holocaust  Infamous is just our mafia boss  Nigga walk around with his head blown off  Call me the wicked ass lord of farce  Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart  Infamous coke has got no heart  Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss  Fall to the earth ?  Hoes be froze in a permanent dose  These bitches blow me outta their clothes  Call me the nigga with the dirty nose  That will unload a 44 up to the foes  Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes  Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know  But the infamous know you  So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches    [Koopsta Knicca]  Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?  Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah  Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?  ? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch  Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face  Ain't no rollin' like no sissy  Ain't no busta bitch, OK?  Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed  So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches