Big Bizness Three 6 Mafia

[Intro: DJ Paul]
We gon' roast this fool

[Verse: DJ Paul, Crunchy Black]
I'm breakin' the law on this bitch ass
Broke ass nigga, that's talkin' that bullshit
Run across these hundred shots, trick, I'mma leave you wet
Thank you for your tapes I sold
Thanks for buyin' my Ox and Vogues
You're welcome to this bullet, hoe
I owe you somethin'? You smokin' that dope
Triple Six don't love your ass
You’ll never know who was under the mask
From when I blast, point at your back
Once it’s full, I spit on yo' ass
Buckin' em down, runnin', ya cocksucka will not save you
Free rappin', money lackin', while I’m stackin' (Fuck you!)
DJ Paul (Killaman)
Big boy thangs (When I hang)
G.B. (Broke mane)
Triple Six (Havin' thangs)
Smoke of a choker to shield the bud
You know it’s down, I show you no love
None forgivin' him, none of the above
Lucifer tellin' me “tear up tha club up”
Murderer, servin' a - nigga that’s known as Prophessor
I heard he tried to diss you, Paul
I cocked my Glock and said “What?”
You got more miles on your feet than I got on my Chevy
You slippin up, probably beggin' for them p-packs
Mane, you so down