(DJ PAUL)
Now niggas mane they try to copy, the three 6 but they too sloppy
Them boys some fakers, nothin but carbon copies
When we step off in tha club, niggas they play dead
Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind yo mugs 'cept some mutha fuckin hugs
Yall niggas nicer than grand-mas and fuckin ladybugs
Yall haters shakin like booties up in tha strip club
I'll cut yall head off like Alkada in this bitch WHAT!