I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
    [DJ Paul]
  My nigga silent night, deadly night
  That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
  Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
  Bitches yall ain't got the guns
  Bitches yall ain't got the funds
  Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
  Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
  I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
  Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
  Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
  Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
    [Gangsta Boo]
  I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
  Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
  How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?
  You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
  Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
  I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
  In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
  People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
    [Juicy J]
  Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
  Cause a nigga givin these blessings
  See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon
  Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
  Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
  Probably I should call the boys
  Tell them to bring them toys
  We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
  And keep loadin them guns
  Takin em one by one
  Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done
    [Lord Infamous]
  Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
  Infamous is just our mafia boss
  Nigga walk around with his head blown off
  Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
  Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
  Infamous coke has got no heart
  Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
  Fall to the earth ?
  Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
  These bitches blow me outta their clothes
  Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
  That will unload a 44 up to the foes
  Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
  Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
  But the infamous know you
  So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
    [Koopsta Knicca]
  Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
  Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
  Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
  ? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
  Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
  Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
  Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
  Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
  So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
  I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
  These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches