(Hook)   'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first   We don't ask questions later   We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters   And it's on if you niggaz   Wanna bring it to the door   To you cowards in my face    I'm a treat you like a hoe      (Gangsta Boo)   Since you niggaz talkin' shit   About the dirty dirty six   Lemme see if you can bump out   And be featured on a hit   Radio the love my songs   Ballin' niggaz love my thongs   If you wanna go to war   I suggest you bring it on, nigga   I ain't no little girl   I been down in the streets   Remember me Hillcrest   Nigga reppin' BAZ   Shoot a finger fuck a spot   Niggaz drop, niggaz drop   But everybody in the club   Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot   We be cold froze wrists   Got you bitches in a blitz   Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round    Them niggaz in the triple six   Bitches wanna say this   Bitch I ain't stuntin' you   I be on the charts blowin' up   Bitch look at you   Niggaz be mad    Actin' like some fuckin hoes   If you can't stand the truth   Nigga keep your eyes closed   DJ Paul, Juice Man   Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous]   I'm the one   Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch      (Hook 2X)      (Crunchy Black)   Niggaz talk shit   Well they might as well talk shit   Talk this   When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch   And put your body in a body bag or somethin'   And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin   You should've never played the dozens    With a nigga like me   It be C fuckin' B   And I'm hard to be   Niggaz talk a lot of shit   But I promise you dog   I'm a blast at your ass   And let the gun revolve   Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard   Niggaz always tryin' to pray to God   When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit   And that's some bullshit   You gotta finish it   You gon' remember this   Ain't no game I play   Poppin' shots at your ass   With the A fuckin' K   Nigga watch what you say   When you talkin' to me   Nigga watch what you say   When you talkin' to C      (Hook 1X)   (DJ Paul)   Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit(4X)      (Lord Imfamous)   My arteries pump acid   I love to pop that plastic   Life is filled with maggots   Nigga I let you have it   With automatic havoc   While faggots ride or tag it   Boy I'm psychopathic   Milli clips big rappin'   What I got for a mackin'   For funeral compassion   Better close that casket   When I hit for that stackin'   Wanna know the business   Stay out my fuckin' business   Gossip like some bitches   But y'all no competition   Better pay attention   I'll cook you like a kitchen   Diss and leave you missin'   And on a murder mission   Critical condition   Got plenty ammunition   Don't need to catch you slippin'   I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'   Lord have mercy hurt you with verses   Got you puntas rollin' in hearses   Hate the six we got platinum plus a   Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a      (Hook 1X)      (DJ Paul)   Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit(4X)