We Be Goin’ In

Lyrics

[Three 6 Mafia sample] Tear da club ub nigga, tear da club up [Chorus: DJ Paul] We be goin' in on you bitches at the spot (?) mission nigga strictly tryin' to get it We be goin' in on you bitches, we be up all night Hand it to me, get this fuckin' paper right We be goin' in [Verse 1: DJ Paul] We be goin' in, you fuckin' sap suckers You beefin' with my niggas? Better be a quick ducker We some motherfuckers, Scale-A-Ton sinners Ya ain't makin' my ends my friend, you a beginner I'm a bread winner, better yet a bread breaker When I catch yo wife alone I'ma be a money-makin' bitch breaker Never you do the shit that I do You niggas, I'm a onehundred approved I'ma do me, you'll do you I'ma keep ridin' this bulletproof Bitch [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] BLAY! The copper with da calico, them whoppers and I'm sellin' more Hoe I bat you in your lungs and make your fuckin' ears explode Alpo drainin' down my throat, need a damn straight jacket coat Cause I'm 'bout to cut you from your asshole to your cantaloupe Snortin' on a glacier, cannibal that nigga funky Rippin' off your face like a chimpanzee monkey Terrorist for avarice, I practice voodoo medicine I'm the King of Horrorcore; the Rowdy Bounty Hunter bitch [Chorus: DJ Paul] [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] Four-five shoot that bitch up in his guts Hoe don't stand so close to me, I'm tearin' the fuckin' club up Koopsta goin' in a rage, put them signs in they face It's real nigga shit, North Memphis nigga don't play Rat-tat-tat-tat is the sound of my Tommy gun (?) lit up the parkin' lot, went home and smoked one Me and DJ Paul, Crunchy Black, we goin' in-ah Four little, five little, six Triple 6 niggas [Verse 4: Crunchy Black]