We Be Goin' In (feat. Lord Infamous)

Tear da club ub ****, tear da club up

We be goin' in on you bitches at the spot

(?) mission **** strictly tryin' to get it

We be goin' in on you bitches, we be up all night

Hand it to me, get this fuckin' paper right

We be goin' in

We be goin' in, you fuckin' sap suckers

You beefin' with my ****? Better be a quick ducker

We some motherfuckers, Scale-A-Ton sinners

Ya ain't makin' my ends my friend, you a beginner

I'm a bread winner, better yet a bread breaker

When I catch yo wife alone I'ma be a money-makin' bitch breaker

Never you do the shit that I do

You ****, I'm a onehundred approved

I'ma do me, you'll do you

I'ma keep ridin' this bulletproof

Bitch

BLAY!

The copper with da calico, them whoppers and I'm sellin' more

Hoe I bat you in your lungs and make your fuckin' ears explode

Alpo drainin' down my throat, need a damn straight jacket coat

Cause I'm 'bout to cut you from your asshole to your cantaloupe

Snortin' on a glacier, cannibal that **** funky

Rippin' off your face like a chimpanzee monkey

Terrorist for avarice, I practice voodoo medicine

I'm the King of Horrorcore; the Rowdy Bounty Hunter bitch

Four-five shoot that bitch up in his guts

Hoe don't stand so close to me, I'm tearin' the fuckin' club up

Koopsta goin' in a rage, put them signs in they face

It's real **** shit, North Memphis **** don't play

Rat-tat-tat-tat is the sound of my Tommy gun

(?) lit up the parkin' lot, went home and smoked one

Me and DJ Paul, Crunchy Black, we goin' in-ah

Four little, five little, six Triple 6 ****