We Be Goin’ In lyrics

[Three 6 Mafia sample]
Tear da club ub n*gga, tear da club up

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
We be goin' in on you b*tches at the spot
(?) mission n*gga strictly tryin' to get it
We be goin' in on you b*tches, we be up all night
Hand it to me, get this f*ckin' paper right
We be goin' in

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We be goin' in, you f*ckin' sap suckers
You beefin' with my n*ggas? Better be a quick ducker
We some motherf*ckers, Scale-A-Ton sinners
Ya ain't makin' my ends my friend, you a beginner
I'm a bread winner, better yet a bread breaker
When I catch yo wife alone I'ma be a money-makin' b*tch breaker
Never you do the sh*t that I do
You n*ggas, I'm a onehundred approved
I'ma do me, you'll do you
I'ma keep ridin' this bulletproof
b*tch

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
The copper with da calico, them whoppers and I'm sellin' more
Hoe I bat you in your lungs and make your f*ckin' ears explode
Alpo drainin' down my throat, need a damn straight jacket coat
Cause I'm 'bout to cut you from your as*h*le to your cantaloupe
Snortin' on a glacier, cannibal that n*gga funky
Rippin' off your face like a chimpanzee monkey
Terrorist for avarice, I practice voodoo medicine
I'm the King of Horrorcore; the Rowdy Bounty Hunter b*tch
[Chorus: DJ Paul]

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Four-five shoot that b*tch up in his guts
Hoe don't stand so close to me, I'm tearin' the f*ckin' club up
Koopsta goin' in a rage, put them signs in they face
It's real n*gga sh*t, North Memphis n*gga don't play
Rat-tat-tat-tat is the sound of my Tommy gun
(?) lit up the parkin' lot, went home and smoked one
Me and DJ Paul, Crunchy Black, we goin' in-ah
Four little, five little, six Triple 6 n*ggas

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]