We Be Goin’ In

[Three 6 Mafia sample]
Tear da club ub nigga, tear da club up

[Hook: DJ Paul]
We be goin' in on you bitches at the spot
(?) mission nigga strictly tryin' to get it
We be goin' in on you bitches, we be up all night
Hand it to me, get this fuckin' paper right
We be goin' in

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We be goin' in, you fuckin' sap suckers
You beefin' with my niggas? Better be a quick ducker
We some motherfuckers, Scale-A-Ton sinners
Ya ain't makin' my ends my friend, you a beginner
I'm a bread winner, better yet a bread breaker
When I catch yo wife alone I'ma be a money-makin' bitch breaker
Never you do the shit that I do
You niggas, I'm a onehundred approved
I'ma do me, you'll do you
I'ma keep ridin' this bulletproof
Bitch

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
The copper with da calico, them whoppers and I'm sellin' more
Hoe I bat you in your lungs and make your fuckin' ears explode
Alpo drainin' down my throat, need a damn straight jacket coat
Cause I'm 'bout to cut you from your asshole to your cantaloupe
Snortin' on a glacier, cannibal that nigga funky
Rippin' off your face like a chimpanzee monkey
Terrorist for avarice, I practice voodoo medicine
I'm the King of Horrorcore; the Rowdy Bounty Hunter bitch

[Hook: DJ Paul]

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Four-five shoot that bitch up in his guts
Hoe don't stand so close to me, I'm tearin' the fuckin' club up
Koopsta goin' in a rage, put them signs in they face
It's real nigga shit, North Memphis nigga don't play
Rat-tat-tat-tat is the sound of my Tommy gun
(?) lit up the parkin' lot, went home and smoked one
Me and DJ Paul, Crunchy Black, we goin' in-ah
Four little, five little, six Triple 6 niggas

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]