[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] I got a plan in command on your ass, bitch The little short young niggas is with caskets You bein' front, black nigga rolled up, layed up on your ass, ho Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo, and Scarecrow Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today Which means you run into a nigga like Koop, a nutcase And I can tell by the day, it's gonna be a long night When I take a swipe for yo' life, my big black butcher knife Now while I'm kickin', niggas fiendin' just to kill 'em, though Before I go and chief them Swishers with them Navajos I'm from the mighty Mississippi, now can I fuckin' kick it? You better answer quick before I hit you for your riches For them riches
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Punk-ass niggas wanna really try to jump up But they know they gonna catch a couple Of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws I kick shit flyin' through the air You wanna dare to test me But I am the Infamous nightmare, I wanna break some laws I practice secret forms of voodoo culture Dead flesh sculpture for my pet vultures Sleepin' in the death defying beyond human measurements Into my private temple in the middle of Mount Everest Smoking pine as I sky dive off of mountains In my mind, blood squirting high out of fountains Countin' corpses in my black fortress In the hallway, painting Satanic portraits
[Verse 3: DJ Paul] See, it was me, Lil' Buck, and my nigga Lil' Knife And some thug-ass fool I never seen in my life We roll in Bobby's 'Lac, with the gold bones and vogues Full grain, cloth top, sturdy pullin' them hoes The nigga that I didn't know said he had some on the weed And stoppin' by the crib so he can get up on some cheese I've smelled shit in the game as soon as he opened his mouth We dropped him off, the fool went behind the fuckin' house I didn't think shit about it, but some minutes had to pass Make me really not trust his busta ass I looked around and somethin' just made my eye's switch Twenty more niggas dressed just like a bitch Not takin' no chances, I'm knowin' this a stick up But when we tried to bail, we got blocked by a pickup Droppin' fools, tryin' to test my pimpin' to see what I'm all about But speakin' too soon, I got blast And when I stepped up out the Cadillac Vision blurry, I see a 9-9 Or was I on my back, seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign? Lil' Buck slammed right into them durves Made a U, and scooped me as I crawled straight to the curb My nigga Lil' Knife let the Tech start rippin' me From the last hoes who still stood on they feet Now we gettin' the fuck up out of a hood That was all wrong, but takin some lifes made it right It was a long night
[Verse 4: Juicy J] It was a long night - when I was locked down in 201 Back Against Da Wall, smokin' a square, cuz, it ain't no fun Watchin' niggas fight over phone calls, gettin' buck Knowin' when they get they life sentence, mane, they ass stuck Niggas always nervous, 'cause they servin' bustas with them swords For the real killas, GD's, Crips and Vice Lords Lower level ain't a joke, a nigga got his neck broke Thrown to the ground like a bitch pickin' up the soap But I wasn't goin', 'cause a nigga like me kept a shank If a fool stepped to me, his face'll be in the paint Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart, it'll be a fight In 201, locked down, it was a long-ass night
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous] We crawl up the Devil's Basement I walked down the hallway Where tha walls are lined with candle lights Sacrificin' doom when you enter the Triple 6 gun room Soon I will choose the weapon I find most appropriate For ruthlessness, I take the Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10 Paul walked in, he grabbed a street sweeper, Grim Reaper and a Glock 19 Crunchy Black he took the goddamn M-16 Buck called up Koopsta Told him to get the shovel ready for burial of the bodies Lets put 'em on Unsolved Mysteries Ease, please creep up in the trees with the night scope Inhalin' on a blunt of Cambodian red dope Them niggas died in the blast, we start to gassin' Mothafuckin' Triple 6 assassins