[Lil Jon]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
Theres a lotta fuck niggaz in the club tonight
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
[Hook]
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
[Trick Daddy]
If you want some, come get some
cause where I'm from we tote big guns
And everybody know somebody that
know somebody that know somethin bout it
And I want answers now who, what, where when and why
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
and all get all loud but that ain't my style
And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do
Run up on me if he want to
Out there impressin his homies
But he stood up in front of his mama
I mop up the flo wit 'em
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get 'em
I got fools that'll go get 'em
That's some crew and the dudes that run wit 'em
[Hook]
[Twista]
Gotta spit for the murderers, and the killers, and the thugsters
That be fuckin up the ballers, and the dealers, and the hustlers
Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. while they bumpin Lil Jon
I'm a brush ya
It's the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga
That'll crush ya
We already been lookin for drama
if a nigga try to get into it then we still gotta get 'em
Feelin {?} Twista that could never beat you
All up in here standin here testin {?}
Got me swingin Cryst-y and Hennessy bottles
in the club with my thug homies goin for the scrilla
Don't get it twisted with that "Overnight Celebrity"
You better be scared of me in my city I'm a killer
[Hook]
[Trick Daddy]
I ain't that rappin type arright
and I that actin type arright
this sulphane in my script
I'm a play on you and you just a square
see, once that hennessy into
me the whole industry is my enemy
If you ain't no ten to me or friend to me
bitch don't pretend to be
I'm strictly for the thugs
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood
That moments ghetto (ghetto)
Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats
I'm straight out the county of Dade
played on fire nigga M-I-A
never gone south of the border
americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered
[Hook 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
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