Was this in them trees   These are the things   They held me vision   Seein' more things   Me and DJ Paul   We got the hook off   We gon' stee   We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy window   Somethin's creepin' up slow   It was a Lodus   Read about a hoe   Some sippin' on the women   Who gon' want to cross my fules, attention   Not only was you weak   Need another nigga drivin'   I stop the car   Said do you want to buck em'   Rough Koopsta   Shirt I knew your hurt   Take the bridge back   Take a bag with them slugs   Sentence see your gone son   Devils in your Chris   It's the coulda me dree z's   Koopsta got em' stee   Make prophet me   See that's what you get for talkin' shit   Trick I drop you in the splunder   Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch   Come, come who the fuck   They want some    Niggas want to jump, jump   Get'cha make ya pump, Paul   Still gon' miss ya bump, bump   Off a nigga fakin'   Goin' to a richin'   Bitches turn to shaken   Mafioso rule by   And he will act a fool   when he don't give a damn   If your fuckin' red or blue boy   Couldn't buy the wet slide   Goin' on this best lide   Lord Infamous done with tight   When me gotta get mine   You know what I want   But do Koopsta gets it   Storm on this bitch   Like some new used confetti   Astronomical Triple 6   Writes space on top of astroids   Comin' to rip up the shore   We killin' the fool   So act a fool boy   Chorus x4   Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp   (lay at, move his ass down to the pump)   How long gon' go deep   In the North   When niggas stay drunk   And smoke on your portch   From on my streets   Wit all only peeps   I used to scratch   And throw down beats   I made a mix   With real deep bass   The noise I had to be slangin' tapes   DJ in this shit try to make that shit   Tone be speakers that stack they crates   Studio 9 was the place to be   Where all jocks were tryin' to get   The chance get on the tape   Bein' a fool   Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit   The club was packed from wall to wall   The gangsta walk is what we call   Whn niggas are buckin'   I'm still gonna dance   The third a fool   Let's look if all   We took the club    And show no love   Just throw in our face   And gettin' refunds   They might wanna fight   Later on the night   Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck   Security junk   We smack the punks   For throwin' us out   For smokin' a blunt   The number ones on   It just cam on   And now it's time to fuckin' stomp   Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house   It's the peel yo   Motherfuckin' stand back   It's they fuckin' steelo   On your fuckin' ass   We can't fuckin' brag   Cause we comin' up   Robbers on my ass   Should I blast   Cause they runnin' up   Maybe it's my premadin'   No present turn to yo   With the sayin'   Saw your nine   Boy I call that kick door   I stick those   Bitches in my trunk   And now we back to my hood   Don't want the left they die yet   But he wishin' he would   Wasn't in the mood   For this bunk shit   But these niggas had to creep   That boy they stupid   I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep   And now we out the club   We gotta get em' up   Triple 6 and Prophet Posse   Ya'll know we make em' stomp   Chorus x4