[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm scopin' out ya busta, 'cause I got no love f'izz'or ya
I got a green Chevy with a trunk that'll hold ya, down
'Til I reach my part of town, Blackside Bound, clown
Shoot ya down, have you ever heard the sound
Of a S-K auto round, trick (trick)
Ditch a bitch in a second, click
Quick, quick on a rapper for the hell of this
Show my love that I got for the Three 6, sickness in the heart of me
Fills my b'izz'ody with the love of a robbery
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow with the cloud of smoke, flyin' out my mouth
The little hundred rounds, give it to me now, or me pow
Me cock a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood
Eventually you pass away, and then me choke on me bud
Me wonder why smokin' this thunder
Makes me go out and hunt a nigga for money
I start this shit out on a monday
And do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain, mane
Shut the fuck up and give me everythang
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm scopin' out ya busta, 'cause I got no love f'izz'or ya
I got a green Chevy with a trunk that'll hold ya, down
'Til I reach my part of town, Blackside Bound, clown
Shoot ya down, have you ever heard the sound
Of a S-K auto round, trick (trick)
Ditch a bitch in a second, click
Quick, quick on a rapper for the hell of this
Show my love that I got for the Three 6, sickness in the heart of me
Fills my b'izz'ody with the love of a robbery
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow with the cloud of smoke, flyin' out my mouth
The little hundred rounds, give it to me now, or me pow
Me cock a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood
Eventually you pass away, and then me choke on me bud
Me wonder why smokin' this thunder
Makes me go out and hunt a nigga for money
I start this shit out on a monday
And do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain, mane
Shut the fuck up and give me everythang
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