[Intro: DJ Paul]
DJ Paul in this motherfucker
With my n***a Lil Gin, the Serpent's Stepson
Don't forget to be on the lookout for the new Three Six Mafia album
Mystic Stylez
It's gon' be on, biatch

[Verse 1: 211]
Rollin Vogues and Octavos, Honeycomb dip
I reach into my glove compartment for that full clip
Yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
I'm ballin 85, steady floatin' in the rain
Punchin' up seven digits, on the Motorola
As I continue sippin' on Remy Martin and soda
This n***a's crossed me out, now his cap fina get peeled
I catch him snoozin', pull up on his ass, big gold grill
Jumpin' out, lookin' serious, lookin' for that trick
And If I find his ass, I got a ditch for that punk bitch
It's been a while since my gauge been crunkin' bodies in the trunk
And motherfuckers mouth smellin' like a skunk
There that n***a go, I heard you runnin' your cocksuckin' bitch
Than I burned 'em leavin' chest wounds, you stupid fuck, yeah
Your blood is spilled, I thought you knew I was jackin' ho
Numerous slayers behind the trigger, bitch, screamin' demons in my soul

[Bridge: Rasta-T]
Buster keep on pullin' that knife up on me a pum-pum
Gonna shoot the sucker dead with di gun, so pump off (You right)
Stupid ass dope-fiend with da Yo gun tone, so pump off (Biddy, bop)
All together they want to play me dumb, so pum-pum
'Cause we—
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Rollin' through my hood with the burgundy cloth top-drop
Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot, in my lap with the Glock cocked
For the n***as, who disrespect pimpin', they continually sweat
Me for the dumb shit, now I gotta pop a bitch
Laws know I'm dirty though, snitches droppin' off info
I got the two Ki's, plus the Gat, bailin' up out my five-point-o
Runnin' damn near out of breath to the dope house on the prairie
Jumped into some junkies clothes, vampin' from the scenery
Even though they pulled my car, I report it stolen first
Then they trace my phone call, situation's gettin' worse
Sirens comin' from the South, the East, and the West
Now it's best to fade to the North, Memphis, where the n***as just
Love to bust a hot one in a crooked coppers fuckin' face
Fuck Rodney King, he sprayed a mace, bitch, I sprayed a gauge
Before I'm locked up, let the mortuary keep me cold
Never considered me cool when my enemy feared me, serpent's in my soul

[Outro: Rasta-T]
Comin' in rough and me rough and never they tough
And me's a— (Come down now)
Got me the demons upon me soul and me know dem come in rough
(That right)
Coming them in group and got me a TEC, magnum, grab me that Uzi
And that's what I use to spray them (Buck, buck, buck, buck)