[Intro: Francis Manassas, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
What's up, guys? I'm Francis Manassas with Rinky Dink Records
I was wonderin' if I can have a word with y'all
A-about what?
I hope it ain't 'bout a record deal, bitch (Bitch, get your motherfuckin'—)
Didn't Project Pat just tell you're all on some bullshit? (Francis Manassas? What kinda fuckin' name is that?)
Bitch, get your lil' goofy lookin', motherfuckin' ass outta here
Get your goofy ass up outta here (Stanky motherfucker)
We just told that ho we don't wanna sign for no motherfuckin', uhh, Rinky Dink Records (God damn, bitch, what the fuck did just happened? Hahaha)
Get your dog-ass up outta here, play that motherfuckin' song, mane

[Chorus]
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you weak-ass n***as get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you chickenhead hoes get yo' ass off the floor

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, I got gold teeth, n***a
I'm from the street, n***a, you got some beef, n***a?
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, we keep the dope cookin'
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, go get yo' boys, n***a
I bring the noise n***a, so bring your toys, n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, you got your drama, boy
Or marijuana, boy, I'll shoot your mama, boy
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, you got your nuts pumped
You went to jail, and I saw you was a weak punk
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, I know your story, n***a
Your history off of me, you gets no glory, n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, so you a dope n***a?
But you so thin, look like that you do the coke, n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, heard you's a pistol player
Come in my face, I'ma kill you like the dragon slayer
[Chorus: Project Pat]
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you bad weed sellers get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you flaugin'-ass n***as get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you Resthaven n***as get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you duck-ass bitches get yo' ass off the floor

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, I'm 'bout this 'caine, n***a
I'm stayin' true to these birds that I slang, n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, that Ghetty Green, n***a
See, I was put on this earth for hust-elin', n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, but when I have to
I put that Glock in my hand and pull a jack move
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, daily routine, n***a
Down with my dogs, and we out for this cream, n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, you got a young ho
I shoot a n***a in his face, and slap a dumb ho
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, yo' ho stay squawkin'
She need to shut the fuck up, grown folk talkin'
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, but she a star, n***a
She ate my dick, then I kicked her out my car, n***a
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, I'm smokin' Leaf's, n***a
To calm me down, put my mind, mane, at ease, n***a
[Chorus: Project Pat]
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you fuckin cock hoes get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you add water killers get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you punk-ass n***as get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you fake-ass hoes get yo' ass off the floor

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a, I lay the smack down
Done been through hoods where you better watch yo' back now
'Cause, n***a, laws, n***a, the code we live by
Don't wait for later, get it now, boy, it's do or die
I n***a, be's, n***a, I'm for my P's, n***a
I got my infra-beams watchin' you, please, n***a
Bank, n***a, rank, n***a, it make you thank, n***a
Stay on the ground, so your ship won't sank, n***a
Rocks, n***a, crack, n***a, I'm stackin' wealth, n***a
But it ain't me, 'cause the dope sell itself, n***a
Who, n***a? You, n***a? You wanna try Pat?
What you gon' get is yo' motherfuckin' skull cracked
Hurt, n***a, pain, n***a, is what you feel, n***a
The slugs talk through the barrel of the steel, n***a
So n***a, roll, n***a, that's with this clique, bitch
Or get yo' trick-ass wacked with the quickness