[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & MCA]
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Since ya n***as from the ville they got to fuck me just to get 'em mane
Fuckin' with that 6 double 6 - it's gonna be a fright night
Paul let's make a n***a knockin', point that Glock at them bitches face
No pistol plays, that Koopsta Knicca gone on a motherfuckin' rampage
Clickin' with that 9 in hand, let's make this to another stang
Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me where's the Killa Man
Fly'zzi and them messengers let's take this on another ride
Juicy with that Tec-9, let's turn this to a homicide
666 not barrin' this shit, let's make this to a crucifix
Chopped up in a fuckin' ditch, we clickin' like Jeffrey Dahmer's bitch
Bitch in my yard is where your body be well exposed
The 6 double 6 mafia clique slangin' licks on you funky hoes
Ya scared, ya scared because I dwell with that evil dead
I bled them bodies, I left the blood runnin' in yo' bed
The Koopsta's a psycho n***a, you got tools, I got mine too
A Glock to ya body fool, now whatcha gonna do?
[Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & MCA]
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do?

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Glocks, Tec-9's, Uzis at yo motherfuckin' face
No fear, quickly watch a fuckin' murder take place
Place me a trick in my guillotine
Chop his top off and see how fast we can make his mother scream
We means no fuckin' niceness when we around
My Glock make this sound....when I buck down clowns
Funky Town 'cause you to be slippin' and feel like trippin'
And fallin' under spells given by my demon tells me
How ya gonna get with my 6 double 6, 6 million 6 hundred and 60 thousand crazies that'll click with wickedness
I shoulda have test you before I let you get on my boat
But now I push you over to watch you struggle to stay afloat
We drop a rope straight around your throat, let's see if he chokes
When I trip off this weed and put the ship in high speed
Always wanna have ya fuckin' way like a ho
This Triple 6 shit don't stop, so what the fuck you gonna d-o?
Trick ass n***a....