[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards, stick them bitches for riches

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
My n***a, silent night, deadly night
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six, I'll make you n***as duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight ho n***a, flat, broke, n***a
Make his eyes close, I drop you n***as like I drop my hoes

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit, then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step, we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be, shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards, stick them bitches for riches

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these n***as dissin'
'Cause a n***a givin' these blessings
See you like a dog you fetchin', starin' at a fuckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably, I should call the boys, tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin' them guns, takin' 'em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks, until the job is done

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust, Infamous just a mafia boss
N***a walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
N***a run up, get his ass ripped apart
Infamous cold, 'cause he got no heart
Comin' through the ho, ain't no motherfuckin' bars
Fall through the underground, cut and scarred
Foes be froze, in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the n***a with the dirty nose, then I unload the .44 up them foes
Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes
Better slow that row, 'cause you hoes don't know
But the Infamous know you
So and So's and Toe and Toe I take your soul
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards, stick them bitches for riches

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh, stack these verses up on my head see, heard that?
Ask me if I'm motherfuckin' scared, n***a, hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed 'cause ain't no sofa bed in this you heard?
This sounds, man, no 4 clickas I ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no exit out this place, like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no buster bitch, ok?
Grab that gat, cock the handle back, actin' like I'm crazed
So I hand it at they face, like a third grader ape

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
I'm stayin'—
I'm stayin'—
I'm stayin'—