[Chorus]x4
Grab My Gauge And Then Erase
Grab my Gauge And Then Erase
Ride Up On The Street
And Put Some Niggas In The Front Page
[Gangsta Boo]
Naughty, Naughty Muthaphuckas Get The Feelin Ah This Shit
This Shit So Funky Cause Way Underneath The Grounds Are Triple 6
Im Smokin Out, Im Livin Large, I Keep You Haters Out My Face
Yo Life Is Over Muthaphucka When I Grab A Hold The Gauge
My Niggas From The Three-6 Click They Keep Me Hooked Up On That Game
Im Chargin Niggas Daily Maybe Lady Is Out To Get Paid
You Hoes Cant Fuck Wit Me Im Flowin, Showin, Hoes I Aint No Hater
Comin Strictly From That Southside Gettin Greater Later
Everybody Wanna Gossip He Say She Say This And That
You Suckas Need To Grow Up Out That Kiddie Shit
Quit Fakin Just Cause The Three 6 Mafia Comin 9-6 To Two G's Bitch
Misses Lady Gangsta On That Weed Kickin Real Shit
Just To Let You Know My Partner Hoe, Come On The Scenery
Scenery, Filled With Red Dots, Infrared Beams
Now Where You Gon Go
You Cant Hide Yo Life Is Over Kid
Its Time Fo The Killin Cause You Have Fucked Off With The Wrong Ass Bitch
[Chorus]x4
[Dj Paul]
Man This Nigga Killin Me Tellin
These People That Hes About To Go Nationwide
When He Gotta Drop His Tapes Off His Self
Plus He Gotta Call A Truck To Get A Ride
[Juicy J]
I Saw The Muthafucka Standin Outta Front' n' Best
Talkin About, Bout My Tape
The Nigga Talkin Bout That Hard Shit On That Tape
Knowin He Sweet As Cake
[Dj Paul]
The type Of Nigga That'll Tell These Hoes
That Hes About To Blow The Fuck Up
The Only Blowin Up Bitch You Doin
Is When I Stick The Grenade In Yo Butt
[Juicy J]
He Say He Smokin The Mega Blunts
I Cant Tell Foo Yous A Liar
I Saw You Fo Real
Hit That Ill Shit You Female Buyer
[Dj Paul]
Juice Mane I Know What You Sayin
These Hoes Be Killin Me Ever So Softly
But Little Do The Bitch Boy Know
I Be Sellin His Verse Cassete Tape Awfully
[Juicy J]
Dont Forget About The Day
You Were Enraged After You Got That Page
From The Doctor From The Health Department
Tellin You You Were Infected With AIDS
[Dj Paul]
THis Hoe Boy Holdin Card
Was A Mad Bit Than He Bought For The Two Pon It
Then He Got Fucked Signed His Contract
You Bitch Boy You's A Fuckin Dummy
[Juicy J]
Lookin' Tryna Deal With Big Time Cars,
Thieves, Put Em on Them CD's
Young Nigga You'll Never Sell More Than Three-6, Bitch Please
[Chorus]x4
[Lord Infamous]
Infamous Is Comin Strapped
Like An Italian Arabic Iraqui
I Wreckon Ya South American
Killa Guerilla Columbian Muslim Or Some Loop Maniac
Comin To Rip Yo Damn Head Of Yo Neck Put Yo Heart In The Back
Then I Sprinkle Yo Ashes And Straight To The Head For The Chief
Of The Blunt And The Indicut Down In My Stash
I Reside In The Insane Asylum, The Bodies I Pound Them, On Infamous Island Where Ther is No Smilin', The Niggas Buckwild, The Weapons Are Silenced
Theres Nothin But Violence
Military Barbarian Buck Em And Bury Em, Fuck With The Scarier, Insanitarium, Popper And Carry Em, Theres No Merry Love, Only Murder Blood
Till I Take Something Worse
Outta All Ah These Hollow Points Burst In Disperse,
Goin Through Flesh And Bone Through The Back Of Your Shirt
You'll Be Burnt Up And Buried In Dirt, That'll Work
The Scarecrow Be Smokin These Niggas For Shit
They Cant Get With These Bitches They'll Never Compare
Im Comin From The Land Of Triple-6 Niggas
Still Suffering Everyday That I Swear
I See Them Fuckin Pressin On They Brother Mane
It Happens Everyday Dont Me Grab The Gauge
Dangerously I Play I Best To Kill With Gauge
And Put Yo Body In The Back Of That Gray Chevrolet
