Ah yeah y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this motherf**ker
Y'all know what time it is we gettin' it crunk for the motherf**kin' '97'
Biiootch
Y'all can't handle this motherf**kin' s**t
It's on for the '97 motherf**ker
Nine nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a n***a words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherf**kin' s**t like thiis
Koopsta Knicca
I ain't rollin' oxy fours come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky h*es
Wood grain chevy thangs hearin'
Boomerangs
Burbon with that
Mane with the gear mane I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder death kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna gonna follow around the corner
Then I holler at your women turn the fire
Foolish a*s punk makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his a*s hurt in the them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump thump thump finna get him can you feel me
Three for my pump in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' n***a for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em but that b***h kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his a*s before he got to the door
Lord Infamous
N***a's up in the
Wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in this h*e
B***hes get
Cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot
Cause we comin' straight from the rowdy a*s south
Crank up this b***h shake like a natural disaster earthquake to blow up the
Scale
Name was the Triple 6 end of the world we can enter this b***h
Next time we gonna f**k up the club we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people
Like the war started and ended now
Juicy J
I'm takin' care of my motherf**kin' business I ain't goin' b***h
N***a's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did s**t
Flodgin' round town talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a n***a cause I let my nuts hangs strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain bring the pain
Bring the game n***a we gone get it on
Smokin' motherf**kers in the night until the early morn'
Gangsta Boo
Now it's time to get buck wild n***a's on that Chris Style
While my n***a Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby come and get it crunk
What's up what you scared or somethin'
Loddy doddy party f**kin' hardy till you f**k up somethin'
F**k the f**kin police b***h you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this s**t
We gone get it crunk n***a keep it crunk stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherf**kers tryin' to keep a meal Big Baby
DJ Paul
Time to tear the club up thugs back up in this h*e
N***a thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your a*s once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My words clearly tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide h*es realize
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk
