[Juicy J]

The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up

We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up

The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin

The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!



[Chorus: Project Pat]

Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here

My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear

Man you hoes don't wanna clown

man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown

If you do we beat ya down (X2)



[Juicy J]

The first nigga wanna step

Gonna meet his death

First I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left

Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath

Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet

Boy you gon respect

Real playaz when it comes to that

Knowin this ain't slavery but nigga we gon hang your neck

How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat

Shoot at your bitch ass like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that

Bring it on nigga to this motherfuckin M-Town

Click click boom then you feel your body fall down

Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas

Robbers, killaz, dope boyz, rapists

Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance

Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya ass stankin

Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar

So fuckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar



[Chorus: Project Pat]

Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here

My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear

Man you hoes don't wanna clown

man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown

If you do we beat ya down (X2)



[LaChat]

Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a bitch

Steady mobbin wit a mug

Yeah this thug

Startin shit

Nigga what bitch, what?

Get the fuck up out my way

Throwin bows, pushin hoes

Lettin you know I'm in the place

It's whateva, get it done

Hope you cowards, got a gun

I'm a ride until I die

Makin bitches out here run

You can run if you wanna

Where you run is where you die



I'm a break me off a prada stick your ass in the eye

It's Chat, you got beef

All this animosity

Look here mane, I'm a aim

Shoot that thang

For playin me

You a killa

Bitch nigga

Never have you pulled a trigger

You got hoe off in your blood

When it rain, hoe you shiver

Have you ever seen a bitch come through the door and take the floor

Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe

Breakin laws, fuck the law

Keep them bitches out my business

I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, bitch



[Chorus: Project Pat]

Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here

My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear

Man you hoes don't wanna clown

man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown

If you do we beat ya down (X2)



[Frayser Boy]

What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a fuck bout what ya sayin

Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin

Frayser Boy, I'm comin through

Nigga who the fuck is you?

Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo ass til ya blue

Throwin that Bay up in the air

Nigga I don't fuckin care

Niggaz practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do shit but stare

Mean muggin in the club and

Bout to get yo ass drug and

I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo ass down in public

I'm the realest of the real

Betta ask yo fuckin peeps

Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo ass till ya sleep

Man this liqour got me geeked

You won't see another wink

I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat

Take your ass up off ya feet

Leave yo body with a leak

Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach

Better step away from reach

Ass whoopin you gon see

Have yo ass like decepticons hollarin retreat



[Chorus: Project Pat]

Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here

My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear

Man you hoes don't wanna clown

man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown

If you do we beat ya down (X2)