[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm scopin' out you buster 'cause I got no love fizzor you
I got a green Chevy with a trunk that'll hold you down
'Til I reach my part of town, Blackside Bound, clown
Shoot you down
Have you ever heard the sound of a S-K auto round? Trick (Trick)
Ditch a bitch in a second, click, quick (Quick), on a rapper for the hell of this
Show my love that I got for the Three sixsizznix in the heart of me
Fills my bizzody with the love of a robbery (Robbery)

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow with the cloud of smoke flyin' out my mouth
The little hundred rounds, give it to me, now, or me pow
Me cock a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood
Eventually you pass away, and then me choke on me bud, me wonder
Why smokin' this thunder makes me go out and hunt a n***a for money
I start this shit out on a monday and do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain, mane, shut the fuck up and give me everythang
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Back in the days, as a kid I played "Stick 'em up"
Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts, robbin' armored trucks
Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park when it's pitch dark
Comin' out the cuts with a Gat when I'm ready to rob
Hard to my job, I was makin' busters think twice
Thinkin' that I'm fuckin' nice, knowin' I'll make they body ice cold
Then throw 'em in the hideaway, where bodies lay
With them thangs we'll split you brain, when we stang

[Verse 4: Scan Man]
The last stang, grab my Glock, Paul my nig', stand your post
Time to get these trizznicks, who fuck with the motherfuckin' ritual click
Paul, you take the right, my nig', now cut they debt
Ana's growin' constantly, now it's time they meet their death
Creep up slowly, most quietly don't make no noise
Brutal, how I was reckoning on this moterhfucker ho-type n***aro
Split them brains, now shoot, fill 'em full of milli rounds
Gunshots they sound off, trizznicks left dead on the ground
Buster bitch, test this shit, I unload the big boy clip
Terror stang, smoothly done, then I blow smoke from my gun
No love in me, the Scan Man just don't give a fuck
Stangin' you bitches and leave 'em in ditches
That's what the Triple 6 really love
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
Because me real—, because me real—
Because me real—, because me really love to make a stang
Because me real—, because me real—
Because me real—, because me really love to make a stang
Because me real—, because me real—
Because me real—, because me really love to make a stang
Because me real—, because me real—
Because me real—, because me really love to make a stang
Because me real—, because me real—
Because me real—, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mist—, Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane