[Hook: (4x)]    Grab my guage and then erase  Grab my guage and then erase  Ride up on the street  And put some niggas in the front page    [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]    Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit  This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6  I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,  I keep you hatas out my face  Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage  My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game  I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid  You hoes can't fuck wit me  I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata  Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later  Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next  You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit  Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia  Coming nine-six, to two G bitch  Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit  Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery  Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams  Now where you gon' go?  You can't hide your life is over kid,  It's time for the killin'  Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch    [Hook 4x]    [Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]    [DJ Paul]  Man this nigga kill me  tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide  When he gotta drop his tapes of his self  Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride    [Juicy J]  I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best  talkin' about, bout my tape  The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape,  Knowin' he sweet as cake    [DJ Paul]  The type ah nigga to tell these hoes  that's he about to blow the fuck up  The only blowin' up bitch you doin'  Is when I stick the grenade in your butt    [Juicy J]  He say he smokin' so many blunts  I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar  I saw you for real,  Hit that ill shit,  You female buyer    [DJ Paul]  Juice man I know what you sayin'  These hoes be killin' me ever so softly,  But little bit a bitch boy know  I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me    [Juicy J]  Don't forget about the dope,  You enraged, after you got that page,  From a doctor from the health department  Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS    [DJ Paul]  This hoe boy holdin' card  Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it  Then he got fucked signed his contract  You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy    [Juicy J]  Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs  Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please    [Hook (4x)]    [Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta]    Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic  I reckon I wreckin' ya South American  Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop  Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck  put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes  and straight to the head for the chief  and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,  I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em  on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'  the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced  there's nothing combine us,  Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the  scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,  There's no merry love, only murder blood,  Till I take something worst out ah all ah these  hollow points burst and disperse going through  flesh and bone through the back of your shirt  you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,  The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit  they can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,  I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still  sufferin' every day that I swear    [Koopsta Knicca]    I see them fucking pressin' on they brother man,  It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,  Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage  And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet    [Hook ('til fade)]