Released: October 30, 2001
Songwriter: Juicy J DJ Paul Lord Infamous
Producer: Juicy J DJ Paul
[DJ Paul]
Like thisssss...
[Hook, x2]
How many niggas wanna go to war with us
How many niggas really think they can hang with us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week, nigga
[Verse 1: Dj Paul]
Let me tell you bout these monkey ass niggas, all up in my grill
Niggas clamin' they down on my side but they ain't on the real
Smilin' in my face, behind my back, they tryin' to get my raps
This ole wannabe nigga
I bet I slice you like a fuckin' snappa
Up in the streets
You lookin good
Its because of me
Keep it in mind without the sixth
You would never be
A nigga hit me for the 10-4
I hit a 10-4
On my walkie-talkie
Them niggas ask me what Im in fo
I said I need a nigga heart ta
Stop beatin'
We playin the same game
But these motha fuckas cheap brah
I treat this mother fuckin nigga fair
And In return what I get
The nigga try to cut my fuckin share
And to find out
He down wit cowards in the first
Think I'm talkin' bout you
We writin' a fuckin verse
Maybe I am nigga
Nigga maybe Im not
But if you think I am
You guilty
Feel the fuckin' buckshot
[Hook, x2]
How many niggas wanna go to war with us
How many niggas really think they can hang with us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week nigga
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
This shit we gettin' cause
We focus
We watch the dopest
We get ta smokin
Like molten
The niggas hopin
But cannot cope
With the locest
Eletric wit
60,000 volts
Its ferocious
To get trocious
So take notes
Its provokive
You think we jokin
Hocus-Pokus
You open
The foo was scopin
Catch a pump
If ya dont keep
That nigga hard wit ya
Cut off ya door
Cut cha throat
Tie ya bed
His kids will with us when we roll
Take that boy
All his stuff
Nigga you dont hear me though
Keyser Soze, Lord Infamous- Scarecrow
Gun play, anda le, bodies in my chevrolet
Sunday through Monday, I wanna let guns spray
Tear da club up, Three 6 Mafia nigga
Time ta make the gas in the rainy ass beaker
It's on
It's a scam
Wit a frown
Make you put down
Frown town
Never was
Never
Was they punk
When they fuckin say it
[Hook, x2]
How many niggas wanna go to war wit us
How many niggas really think they can hang wit us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week nigga
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Rule number 1, never steal from the Juice
Rule number 2, when you cross then your through
Rule number 3, I can't see you when its dark
Rule number 4, is that nigga ridin in the car
Rule if you think a nigga playin wit you hoe
Then stick it to the streets
Cause real niggas often roll
And if I got a knife
Then theres gonna be some fuckin killins
Like if they talkin hard
Leave em hangin from the ceiling
And if you ain't involved
Dont you get yourself involved
Cause hardest lookin niggas
That I know
Always pullin guns
Comin up in the game
I had to watch my back
Cause niggas want the rymes
They fuck my stack
Them jackers jack
Some people say how
I won a fuckin gold plat
And I still pack a strap
I make a phone call
To the thugs
They be shootin
Crap
And do
What I tell them
To do
Lets make these guns clap
Nigga
How, how, how, how...
[Hook, x4]
How many niggas wanna go to war wit us
How many niggas really think they can hang wit us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week nigga
Like thisssss...
[Hook, x2]
How many niggas wanna go to war with us
How many niggas really think they can hang with us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week, nigga
[Verse 1: Dj Paul]
Let me tell you bout these monkey ass niggas, all up in my grill
Niggas clamin' they down on my side but they ain't on the real
Smilin' in my face, behind my back, they tryin' to get my raps
This ole wannabe nigga
I bet I slice you like a fuckin' snappa
Up in the streets
You lookin good
Its because of me
Keep it in mind without the sixth
You would never be
A nigga hit me for the 10-4
I hit a 10-4
On my walkie-talkie
Them niggas ask me what Im in fo
I said I need a nigga heart ta
Stop beatin'
We playin the same game
But these motha fuckas cheap brah
I treat this mother fuckin nigga fair
And In return what I get
The nigga try to cut my fuckin share
And to find out
He down wit cowards in the first
Think I'm talkin' bout you
We writin' a fuckin verse
Maybe I am nigga
Nigga maybe Im not
But if you think I am
You guilty
Feel the fuckin' buckshot
[Hook, x2]
How many niggas wanna go to war with us
How many niggas really think they can hang with us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week nigga
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
This shit we gettin' cause
We focus
We watch the dopest
We get ta smokin
Like molten
The niggas hopin
But cannot cope
With the locest
Eletric wit
60,000 volts
Its ferocious
To get trocious
So take notes
Its provokive
You think we jokin
Hocus-Pokus
You open
The foo was scopin
Catch a pump
If ya dont keep
That nigga hard wit ya
Cut off ya door
Cut cha throat
Tie ya bed
His kids will with us when we roll
Take that boy
All his stuff
Nigga you dont hear me though
Keyser Soze, Lord Infamous- Scarecrow
Gun play, anda le, bodies in my chevrolet
Sunday through Monday, I wanna let guns spray
Tear da club up, Three 6 Mafia nigga
Time ta make the gas in the rainy ass beaker
It's on
It's a scam
Wit a frown
Make you put down
Frown town
Never was
Never
Was they punk
When they fuckin say it
[Hook, x2]
How many niggas wanna go to war wit us
How many niggas really think they can hang wit us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week nigga
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Rule number 1, never steal from the Juice
Rule number 2, when you cross then your through
Rule number 3, I can't see you when its dark
Rule number 4, is that nigga ridin in the car
Rule if you think a nigga playin wit you hoe
Then stick it to the streets
Cause real niggas often roll
And if I got a knife
Then theres gonna be some fuckin killins
Like if they talkin hard
Leave em hangin from the ceiling
And if you ain't involved
Dont you get yourself involved
Cause hardest lookin niggas
That I know
Always pullin guns
Comin up in the game
I had to watch my back
Cause niggas want the rymes
They fuck my stack
Them jackers jack
Some people say how
I won a fuckin gold plat
And I still pack a strap
I make a phone call
To the thugs
They be shootin
Crap
And do
What I tell them
To do
Lets make these guns clap
Nigga
How, how, how, how...
[Hook, x4]
How many niggas wanna go to war wit us
How many niggas really think they can hang wit us
How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
Because we keep in the street
7 days a week nigga
more tracks from the album
From the albums
- More Mystic Stylez: The First Album (2001)
- Choices: The Album (2001)
Three 6 Mafia popular songs
- Sippin’ on Some Syrup
- Stay Fly
- Late Nite Tip
- It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp
- Poppin’ My Collar
- Live by Yo Rep (Bone Dis)
- Ridin’ n’ tha Chevy
- Playa Hataz
- Walk Up to Your House
- Mystic Stylez
- Some Bodies Gonna Get It (Mark Henry)
- Slob on My Knob (Pt. II)
- Porno Movie
- Break da Law “95”
- Lick My Nuts
- Now I’m High, Really High
- Da Summa
- Who Run It
- Where’s da Bud
- Baby Mama
- Fuckin’ wit Dis Click
- Mask and da Glock (Victim of a Drive-By)
- Anyone Out There
- Tear da Club Up