[intro I-20]
  What the fuck's up!
  DTP in this mother fucker
  And for all ya'll that don't like it
  Do one thing, get the fuck back
  'Cause all my niggas iz ready
  Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
  Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
  Get the fuck back, bitch
  [shooting and screaming in the background]
    [Chorus]
  [Ludacris]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  Luda make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    [I-20]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  D-low make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
  DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
  Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
  Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
  How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
  Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
  I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
  I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee
    [Ludacris]
  I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
  Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
  See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
  Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass
    [Fate]
  I'm from the southside, College Park
  G Road, niggas gone
  Ride when the beef starts
  Don't hold back, let the heat spark
  One's through his vest, one's through his chest
  Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh
    [Chorus]
  [Ludacris]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  Luda make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    [Shawna]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  Shaw make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town better love that
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
  whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
  Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
  Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
  Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
  Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
  Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
  But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga
    [Ludacris]
  We pop bottles, bottles,
  right over you head, niggas
  Put nozzles, nozzles
  Right over your leg, niggas
  Our motto, motto
  Is kill 'em instead, niggas
  We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas
    [I-20]
  All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
  The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
  But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
  Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
    [Chorus]
  [Ludacris]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  Luda make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    [Fate]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  Fate make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
  Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
  You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes
  Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
  You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
  I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
  Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney
  And you will find your family reading your obituary
    [Ludacris]
  These people tryin' to scrub the red off
  Stains they don't get off
  They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
  Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
  Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off
    [Shawna]
  I got a letter from the government, the other day
  They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
  They on their way, three minutes to get the k
  Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray
    [Chorus]
  [Ludacris]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  We make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    [Shawna]
  Fuck That!
  Get the fuck back!
  We make your skull crack
  Tuck that
  Bitch, your whole town better love that
  Cuff that
  Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
  What's that
  People gon' die tonight
    [Repeat 2x - 1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate]
  Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
  And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
  They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
  But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change