Lyrics: Josey Scott/Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard/P. Lanshaw
Music: Josey Scott/Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard/P. Lanshaw
[Lil Wyte]
Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that HCP
We 'bout to throw these boys in a mother****in mosh pit
For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is
It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant mother****ers gettin' the
Shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what im sayin?
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
Swing your mother****in fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
Swing your mother****in fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
[Juicy J]
Its the Juice, up in the club
So raise your set high in the air and show me love
We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pure
Its just alot of three 6 mafia in your ear
We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt
We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt
We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs
So if you scary get your ass up out of here
[DJ Paul]
Now show them golds, and swing them bows
Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes
We got that danger, built for a stranger
Your boys scared to **** with us but I don't blame 'em
They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns
Roll with them punches mother****er don't run
Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
Clear the room mother****er like click click (boom!)
[Josey Scott]
Here I come, an only son
I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one
I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire!
So all you haters better get ready to retire
I'm on the scene, I keep it mean
I went from having no chedder to bling bling
I got some ice, I'm never nice
And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice
Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness?
And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness
I'm here forever, any kind of weather
You say you don't take advice you ****in' better
My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin'
I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin'
My mind crash, I'm about to blast
Not even a hero can save your ****in' ass!
[Lil Wyte]
See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay
I do not play, you best of prayed
This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind
I'm smokin' pine, I am so high
I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide
'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind
You better hide, you on my side
You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind
I'll break it down, just like a pound
Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found
I am the man, you are a lame
I'll **** you up worst than the effect of a plane
This is the real, don't like the feel?
Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill
I roll with killers, and drug dealers
And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!