[𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔 1: Lord Infamous]
Scopin' these n***as out on the next block 'cause I know that they ho-asses pushin' them pounds
They blew my whole sale, fuckin' up my mail, so I gotta close 'em down
They got n***as standin' 'round with much artillery, but Scarecrow not scared
Fuckin' up my damn business, I called up the Triple Six, we catch them tricks unprepared
A partner of mine said they brought up some wood, yeah, we rackin' a plenty of stacks
I brought all my n***as, we polished the triggers, I figured it's time for the jack
Paul's took the sack, Skinny took the back, Koop took thе room and front
My n***a Mal took out the window with the Mossberg pump
I startеd droppin' n***as runnin' out into the parkin' lot
YnnikS started poppin' tricks at the back door, he grabbed 'bout a pound of crop
My n***a Koop blasted them n***as we missed from on the roof
Paul ready with the TEC and a vest and he blast them bitches and grabbed the loot
Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut, we drove off in the smoke
Now we got plenty money, bitch, and we gonna serve plenty of dope
There's no survivors, just the blood scattered all over the place
We bailed out, smoked out, loced out in the fuckin' Chevrolet

[𝕳𝖔𝖔𝖐: Lil E]
Ridin' in the Ch–ridin' in the Chevy
Ridin' in the Ch–ridin' in the Chevy
Ridin' in the Ch–ridin' in the Chevy
Ridin' in the Ch–ridin' in the Chevy - Chevy

[𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔 3: Juicy J]
Is it that Marijuana, that got my mind clickin'?
Could it be Erk and Jerk, that got me straight trippin'?
Dippin' through the breeze, you so clean, Paul, you so mean
A n***a drunk as hell, liquor flowin' through my bloodstream
Flaggin' down hoes on the road, roll to the cut
Honeycomb hideout, where them n***as be smoked out on them blunts
Malachi, you so high, let me hit that grapefruit Gin
Jumped back in that pearl-thang, doin' about one-ten
Grin on my face, 'cause I know, I'm 'bout to make it rich
Triple 6 Mafia, '95, yeah, we runnin' shit
N***as know the score, I'm ten toes on these funky hoes
Every time you see the Chevy ridin', it be full of smoke
[𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖔: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Ah, yeah, n***a
Ridin' Chevy for the nine-five
Three 6 Mafia in this ho
Don't forget to look out for the tape, though
You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
We in this motherfucker, bitch, for the nine...