I Ain't Goin'

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Sound the alarm Infamous comes from the slums Cookin' 'em done with the napalm Cut off the tongues, bitches are numb Niggas they run, all of my guns Droppin' yo funds, bullets, they wound Bitches are doomed, at high noon Billy the Kid, splatter his wig Without a clue, niggas get blew up out they shoes What's up damn fool? I got my tools, don't play no rules It's up to you, what will you do? Here comes the rat, here comes the tat Beat 'em with bats, chop with the axe Load up the gats, don't hit a mack Infamous packed, down for a jack Makin' a stack, roll up the sack Bu-bu-bu-buck, ready to fuck, testin' my nuts You will get stuck, down in the rut Fillin' the slugs, empty your blood All on the rug, over to get dug All on my mug - that's war paint When I'm comin' with the shanks And my dank and the chains [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Ballin' up and down the street Lookin' for some shit to creep Niggas notice my bogus tatts And they pull up they gangsta set They know 'bout my role Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard And dumpin' tricks in a ditch That's my hobby cause I ain't rich In the bushes where I hang But you want to be a wild thang And throw yo ass up in my face Now I got your little monkey ass Though I'm not like Dracula, my weapon is a scapula So try to break it off, but you'd better just duck Crunchy rushin' back over to Koopsta Knicca Which will die or bleed the least? Watch yo body hit the street Pay Day, they say, where you lay No one knows your damn face But I do, and that's a fact Come play the game of pitty pat I tied you on the railroad track Slice yo head and leave you dead [Chorus: Juicy J & DJ Paul] I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be [Verse 3: Juicy J] Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin' When them nines cocked Don't get yourself in a situation Straight to a pine box I think it's time for meditation To all this crime stop The Three 6 known for demonstratin' For makin' bodies drop Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie Like the movie Scream These niggas don't say nothing to me Cause I be lookin' mean And if you stick a knife right through me Cut through my bloodstream You hoes ass niggas better kill me Cause fool, this ain't no dream I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy Straight out the institution Like a mafia member pay me They know that ain't nothin' to it To leave yo momma house blazing And throw her in a sewer It's '97, you can't fade me When I got something to do with it [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Now we got some killas in the house When you claim you couldn't tell Do I need to leave it here? (Buck, buck, buck) To leave your ass convinced Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucking hoes Mack 10's and 12's rebel, we got this under control And when we call this type of deal, it's a splash party When them brains paint the wall It's DJ Paully all off of ya'll watch me blast Watch me grasp for this stash Rip off this mask, I done got hot, I hope it's all cash And then we hoppin' in that SS But throw them, gats the mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus And now we goin' our own separate ways We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid [Chorus: Juicy J & DJ Paul] I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch! Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be