[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, yeah, what, yeah, yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, motherfucker, what
Ooo, Da Headbussaz in this motherfucker
DJ Paul, Fiend, Juicy J, New Orleans, Memphis, it's going down

[Hook: Project Pat]
We smokin' bud, sippin' siz-urp and poppin' pills
We smokin' bud, sippin' siz-urp and poppin' pills
Yo car bumpin', ridin' clean and you see we poe
And now you wonderin' why we kickin' in yo back doe
We smokin' bud, sippin' siz-urp and poppin' pills
We smokin' bud, sippin' siz-urp and poppin' pills
Yo car bumpin', ridin' clean and you see we poe
And now you wonderin' why we kickin' in yo back doe

[Verse 1: Fiend]
They call me Fiend, the adequate tactics
Mask on my face sayin': "Bitch, make me use this automatic"
Mind shot, define stop it, I can't do it
Bet he load them boys hoes so let's get to it
I'm countin' my last nickels and quarters
Was bothered straight to his daughter, a purple water menauger
Conscience never bothered, because I done had it the hardest
Whether the money show, we'll probably kill him regardless
Spotted out the targets boy get ready to get him off it
Choke 'em, hit 'em, split him crossin' the bridge, then we toss 'em
Countin' fettuce for lettuce, you wishin' you never met us
To only come encountered with seventeen survival methods
The crushin' of tin (?) address it again stress after da gin
Cut up the bodies and leave 'em in garbage bins
Behind da route two all lethal
Layin' down y'all people and got away with a cheekfull
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