[Intro: DJ Paul] Man, these fucking haters out here, man Fuckin' voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters (Cremate, Cre-cre-cremate) Sit down! Loading up this motherfucking gun (gun) Hittin' this motherfucking dope (dope) Just thinking, man! Just thinking! (thinking) Fuck these niggas! Fuck all of 'em (Dj Paul) Da Mafia 6ix in this motherfucker Featuring Yelawolf We came here to kick motherfucking ass And take motherfucking name Fuck all you bitch ass motherfuckers
[Hook: DJ Paul] Nigga, I go hard I'll be in the kitchen, nigga whipping Have these junkies round this motherfucker Flipping off that motherfucking hard Break a dozen times and rewind, keep that 9 Cause these suckers round here want a motherfucking prob' Nigga, I stay ready for whatever Cause a nigga like me been had Motherfucking hard Nigga, I stay strapped with that Eagle Riding in that Regal Cause I go motherfucking hard
[Verse 1: DJ Paul] I go hard with that no regards, they send their regards All these guns, you can't disregard 'em -- we strapped up like gods We are homies, we need purple hearts, nigga purple hearts Suffocate the hater to that nigga, down on purple hard Cry (cry) bitch, we got that baseball hard We concentrate, hollow tip bullets like baseball cards 223, batting, shooting six baseball yards And when it comes to guns, we're number one on the pop charts Sucker
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Got my niggas jumping off the porch, and they are trained to go Headed to kick that busta door, dropping off your last ho Yeah, I said it and I meant it, pimping be about her business Paul told me to kill you hoes, so I'm gonna murk these hoes Everybody know that Gangsta Boo gon' lead them to the guap Sipping, tripping, flicking on my haters, and I will not stop I've been going hard like, "Oh my God, I'll see you at the top" And bitch when I see you there, I'mma knock you out your fuckin' spot
[Hook: DJ Paul]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf] I'm the king of the six pack The prince of the whiskey bottle Get drunk with a fat bitch Make her feel like a frisky model Everybody was rocking-rolling to top and I'm in this bitch Slide up in this mix, I'm do or die when I get that switch You motherfuckers ain't going hard, you live with that impotence I'm in that pick-up with the tint, ride on that picket fence With twenty-sixes, I meant to say Three and Six Me and these ghetto stars pull up in cars and immediate- Ly get idiots and G's and media clings to see the city of thieves Who graffiti the scene With heathens and fiends who bring heaters in jeans In Adidas with strings out, you see what I mean, hard!
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca] Seems to me that Please don't [?] He did it, number one spot Here I come bitch, hit the Billy boulevard These hoes like Vietnam, bitch Who is she? click that Desert Eagle DE and harm No blood on my hands, all on my clothes Bound dog, christian motherfucker Niggardly folks sell them tree Call me the almighty When we gon' bang ya'll HARD!
[Hook: DJ Paul]
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous] In my ear discuss if I should send these pussies up into my bedroom Live, I'm juggernaut got more solds then other men ride in the ghetto I'm back to heavy metal but it still ain't no Metallica Fuck it and I balance it, they find us in the challenger Illuminati and Bugatti do karate with the shawty To the party very naughty infrared, probably stalking Mysterious disappearances, we as murderous andw e kill 'em, line 'em perfect And these niggas just dismember, man
[Verse 6: Crunchy Black] Crunchy said bang, Lord said bang Koop said bang, yeah, a nigga get it, man All here sipping, who here hitcher Getting how I painted this motherf