{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
 who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
 [folks on the right.]
 who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
 [people on the left.](x4)

 {Juicy J}
 you know the time is tickin short, now im reachin for the vault
 grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt
 yes a nigga know im quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft
 but I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
 never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz
 bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did
 hoe I ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk
 cause shit some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk
 I call the police 911 "Their's been a murder on my set."
 and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet
 on the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill,
 run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill
 if you real if you realer than a motherfuckin gang
 on the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs
 nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight
 ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we cant break

 {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
 who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
 [folks on the right.]
 who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
 [people on the left.](x4)
 who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?

 {DJ Paul}
 what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south
 findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth
 ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me
 could you tell me how'd you find me
 Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell
 I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling}
 slang the Rover in the garage crankin up the Capris
 time to check up on my tramps in the b-a-z(