Lyric 44 Killers

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fucking shit)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a bitch)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off

[Juicy J]
To you haters I m the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I m in the hood, I m like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers

[Crunchy Black]
Triple six is the clique, why y all niggas keep hatin me
Y all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain t gon let that nigga go, I ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four

[Lord Infamous]
I ma sic em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I ma send yo ass ta see em

[DJ Paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain t playin wit ya)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(What s up nigga?)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain t no cowards in this motherfucker)
I m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain t no cowards)