[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches] Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch! Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe! [Repeat 4x]
[Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta) 'Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing? I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you're too small Look all the trouble you found You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!
[Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won't stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better fuck with your kind You do not want none of mine We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask Hit the parking lot, pop the boys Straight Homicide It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to
[Verse Three: Crunchy Black] First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth My nigga on top turn it to the ground For all you hoes walk around with a frown We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
[Verse Four: Juicy J] Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past You say you down with the goodbook I think you read a cookbook I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6 When you telling motherfuckers you ain't with it bitch!