[Intro: Rinky Dink Ho & Project Pat]
Oh, shit, what's up, Pat?
What's up, what's up with y'all?
What's up ladys? What's goin' on?
What's up?
You still fuckin' with them Hypnotize niggas?
Come on, man, you know the business, you see the chain?
What's up like that?
You need to come on over to Rinky Dink Records (Come on)
We'll give you a seven thousand offering
Seven thousand?! Is that all?
[Chorus: Juicy J & K-Rock]
Chevy thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Car jack with the fuckin' pump, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Mind your business, bitch
Chevy thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Damn, I'm goin' crazy, mane, razor blade cuttin' in my hand
Mind your business, bitch
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Out in the streets, all I see is murder when I close my eyes
I see the dead, monsters all in my head, all of my vision is red
The reaper in Gucci and Louis be tellin' me fuck all these niggas who hatin' and fakin' and plottin', 'cause I'm 'bout to take 'em to hell and ain't no more waitin', ain't no one is livin' to tell
Vest on my chest when I'm fuckin' my bitch
Check on my kids when I'm trippin' like this
Roll me a eight with some moon rocks in it
Glass-tips for the smoothness in it
Smokin' the weed to the dome, sleep with my chrome, the Devil won't leave me alone
These body's they droppin' now I ain't here talkin' a leash
It's like the Night of the Livin' Dead
Demon time, go to bed, niggas shot up by the opps
His body walk to the feds, 'cause snitches gon' talk 'fore they dead
Niggas ain't prayin' to God, niggas is prayin' for another day
Niggas is plottin' and comin' for bread
Eatin' food off your dinner plate just to laugh in your fuckin' face
Lost some real homies, whole lotta kids with no dads
I done sacrificed so many bags, pandemic, buried homies in a mask
Shit'll hunt you where you from 'cause it's nightmares in the mud
If it's Freddy or it's Jason, ain't no one survivin' in my hood
From North Memphis, either blood or business, ain't no time for feelings
Niggas test you, police rush you, bitches stress you for your goods
Niggas see you off the block, everybody wanna shot
Had to hustle out the trunk, to get everything I got (Mhm)
Make me wanna holler (Ahh)
Way too much blood in the water, you can taste it (Huh)
Mafia (Mafia) for life, half a niggas to do right
Triple 6 gon' warn your ass, bitch
Ain't no witnesses, mind your business, bitch
Oh, shit, what's up, Pat?
What's up, what's up with y'all?
What's up ladys? What's goin' on?
What's up?
You still fuckin' with them Hypnotize niggas?
Come on, man, you know the business, you see the chain?
What's up like that?
You need to come on over to Rinky Dink Records (Come on)
We'll give you a seven thousand offering
Seven thousand?! Is that all?
[Chorus: Juicy J & K-Rock]
Chevy thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Car jack with the fuckin' pump, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Mind your business, bitch
Chevy thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Damn, I'm goin' crazy, mane, razor blade cuttin' in my hand
Mind your business, bitch
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Out in the streets, all I see is murder when I close my eyes
I see the dead, monsters all in my head, all of my vision is red
The reaper in Gucci and Louis be tellin' me fuck all these niggas who hatin' and fakin' and plottin', 'cause I'm 'bout to take 'em to hell and ain't no more waitin', ain't no one is livin' to tell
Vest on my chest when I'm fuckin' my bitch
Check on my kids when I'm trippin' like this
Roll me a eight with some moon rocks in it
Glass-tips for the smoothness in it
Smokin' the weed to the dome, sleep with my chrome, the Devil won't leave me alone
These body's they droppin' now I ain't here talkin' a leash
It's like the Night of the Livin' Dead
Demon time, go to bed, niggas shot up by the opps
His body walk to the feds, 'cause snitches gon' talk 'fore they dead
Niggas ain't prayin' to God, niggas is prayin' for another day
Niggas is plottin' and comin' for bread
Eatin' food off your dinner plate just to laugh in your fuckin' face
Lost some real homies, whole lotta kids with no dads
I done sacrificed so many bags, pandemic, buried homies in a mask
Shit'll hunt you where you from 'cause it's nightmares in the mud
If it's Freddy or it's Jason, ain't no one survivin' in my hood
From North Memphis, either blood or business, ain't no time for feelings
Niggas test you, police rush you, bitches stress you for your goods
Niggas see you off the block, everybody wanna shot
Had to hustle out the trunk, to get everything I got (Mhm)
Make me wanna holler (Ahh)
Way too much blood in the water, you can taste it (Huh)
Mafia (Mafia) for life, half a niggas to do right
Triple 6 gon' warn your ass, bitch
Ain't no witnesses, mind your business, bitch
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