[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches]
  Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!
  Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!
  [Repeat 4x]
    [Verse One: DJ Paul]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah
  You got to be the weakest hoe in the world
  You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta)
  'Cause you were scared like a little girl
  Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga
  You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz
  You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
  By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
  I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here
  Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear
  Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up
  While you were driving you living a life of hell
  I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper
  That you even try to die like your favorite rapper
  At ninety pounds you're too small
  Look all the trouble you found
  You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground
  I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show
  But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!
    [Chorus 4x]
    [Verse Two: Lord Infamous]
  This right here won't stay quiet
  It might strike up a riot
  Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die
  The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds
  We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find
  You better fuck with your kind
  You do not want none of mine
  We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
  This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
  We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk
  So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers
  We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us
  I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast
  Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast
  In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad
  Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask
  Hit the parking lot, pop the boys
  Straight Homicide
  It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to
    [Chorus 4x]
    [Verse Three: Crunchy Black]
  First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild
  Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd
  Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down
  My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild
  My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth
  My nigga on top turn it to the ground
  For all you hoes walk around with a frown
  We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
    [Verse Four: Juicy J]
  Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass
  You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad
  Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad
  To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past
  You say you down with the goodbook
  I think you read a cookbook
  I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook
  And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6
  When you telling motherfuckers you ain't with it bitch!
    [Chorus 4x]