Barrin' You Bitches

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