[Verse 1: Juicy J]
After dark we gettin' buck, comin' like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the [?] lettin' the barrel bust
Bitches say I'm fakin' it, players playa hatin' it
We can trade words or get into some gangsta shit
Ain't the type of nigga that be comin' up and then fall
Keep a couple of nines in my drawls when I'm at the mall
When I'm at the club in the tub for a rub a dub
Even at the church cause I thirst to see a hater bluff
True to the ground yea I'm down for my fuckin crown
Straight from the north side of town with the gangsta frown
Evergreen niggas 'bout to clown cause we runnin' shit
With the Prophet Posse and the whole fuckin' Triple 6
Killa Klan Kaze in the party with the evil hottie
Like collecting guns just for fun, stackin' dead bodies
If you think I'm all rap and just a coward on the floor
Try your fuckin' nuts and bring it out the front door, ho
[Chorus 2X]
For the niggas who act like they hard
We won't hesitate to pull your hoe card
And all the hoods u bangin u slangin for u bar
Cause ain't no tellin whats gonna happen after dark
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Twelve o'clock, in the car, on Lamar
Bout to bring it, to your door
I don't bar no bitch, or a nigga
I pull triggas, won't fight, i try to hit ya
If you bigger, you gonna fall, or try to crawl
Then I ball on your face, with chrome rims, or black walls
Late at night, I'm super tight, stay out of sight
With a scope pointed at a car, with blue lights (blue lights)
You know what I mean, with the stripes run up on ya, like OJ Simpson
With a knife, on your wife, or your kids
Yea I did all the dirt, all by myself, split whigs
Put a body, dead body, body bags, zippin tight real tight
For the trash, then I laugh for the last, aftermath...hahahahahahahahaha
After dark we gettin' buck, comin' like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the [?] lettin' the barrel bust
Bitches say I'm fakin' it, players playa hatin' it
We can trade words or get into some gangsta shit
Ain't the type of nigga that be comin' up and then fall
Keep a couple of nines in my drawls when I'm at the mall
When I'm at the club in the tub for a rub a dub
Even at the church cause I thirst to see a hater bluff
True to the ground yea I'm down for my fuckin crown
Straight from the north side of town with the gangsta frown
Evergreen niggas 'bout to clown cause we runnin' shit
With the Prophet Posse and the whole fuckin' Triple 6
Killa Klan Kaze in the party with the evil hottie
Like collecting guns just for fun, stackin' dead bodies
If you think I'm all rap and just a coward on the floor
Try your fuckin' nuts and bring it out the front door, ho
[Chorus 2X]
For the niggas who act like they hard
We won't hesitate to pull your hoe card
And all the hoods u bangin u slangin for u bar
Cause ain't no tellin whats gonna happen after dark
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Twelve o'clock, in the car, on Lamar
Bout to bring it, to your door
I don't bar no bitch, or a nigga
I pull triggas, won't fight, i try to hit ya
If you bigger, you gonna fall, or try to crawl
Then I ball on your face, with chrome rims, or black walls
Late at night, I'm super tight, stay out of sight
With a scope pointed at a car, with blue lights (blue lights)
You know what I mean, with the stripes run up on ya, like OJ Simpson
With a knife, on your wife, or your kids
Yea I did all the dirt, all by myself, split whigs
Put a body, dead body, body bags, zippin tight real tight
For the trash, then I laugh for the last, aftermath...hahahahahahahahaha
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