Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil` Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
C**k `em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse
We finna do this for all you thievin` ass
Wanna be us ass ni**az out there
Stealin` motherf**ker, take ya fake asses on ni**a keep it real ni**a
Make this money like we makin` it ni**a, throw it down

Ain`t never been a motherf**kin` bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Y`all ni**az talk `cuz ya talk like a bitch
Y`all ni**az walk `cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain`t that some s**t ya hatin` on this click
You gon` make a ni**a get up with cha kid
Split yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you don`t want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a ni**a for his stash spot
Took the rock ni**a was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin` it up I don`t give a f**k
On a daily basis I be postin` it up
Smokin` it up choppin` it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six mane tearin` it up

These ni**az misleaded I`mma throw the first blow
Leave a ni**a shirt soaked playin` getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo`
Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin` with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it`s the hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that s**t to my doe

We back motherf**ker we smack motherf**kers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherf**ker
But ya`ll know ya`ll done heard all that befo`
Y`all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhf**kers you ni**az should already know
I`m the truth and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain`t know I`m a young rich gangsta ni**a

Never been one of them old type wanksta ni**az
I`m a smart muhf**ka ask my mama who made me
A lotta ni**az mad `cuz they know they can`t fade me
I`m Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it`s ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
F**kin` ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a f**k about ya tossin` all ya tough talkin`
You don`t like me ni**a hit me in my mouth

Man don`t talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass ni**a boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it `cuz I ain`t `bout the spit boxin`
Hootin and hollerin` like a cheerleader squadron

You can`t be like me slangin` D `cuz I`m hurtin` ya
No competition with the juice `cuz it`s curtains
It ain`t nothin` shakin` but some pimps in this bizitch
That`s why you muggin` and yo face lookin` pizzissed

Stay flippin` cars ballin` out like to shizine
You stay askin` questions how the hell them ni**az do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I`m right back at `em
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Ni**az rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I`m was like, "I ain`t did s**t why you hatin` this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

I been doin` this too long to still be strugglin` livin` like this
F**kin` off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin` free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn`t use my glock
I hear a lotta corny s**t on the radio
That`s because they record company wouldn`t spend dough

Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV
But they just keep forgettin` to tell `em `bout me
They try to play like its love and it`s family
But all my marketin` dollars goin` to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil` not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain`t on
That`s why three 6 is the most known unknowns