[Monoxide Child]

Psychopathic

Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet

And only the Three-6 could match it

So uh, tell me where it's at



[Jamie Madrox]

Now where it's going down?

Now where it's at home boy?

(What? What, what?!?)

Now where it's going down?

Now where it's at home boy?

(What? What, what?!?)



[Jamie Madrox]

I ain't the type to ask questions

I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip

On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it

We be the underground, we stay beneath

And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep

Now where it's going down, right here, right now

And everybody on the North, East, West and South

Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit

Twiztid, Triple-6 and Blaze, you can't fuck with it



[Juicy J]

You know I ride with the ? cocked

Quick to make your brain pop

Memphis, Tenny, rollin' dirty

Police and a road block

Niggas have to swallow drugs

Niggas have to fake they mug

Niggas put they seat belt on

Cut on the fucking cellular-phone

On the top, we mob like Gotti

Sippin' on subjects, havin' a party

If you wanna cross the Three-6

Seperate your soul from body

Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga

We ain't gonna hope you figure

Where the cats done hid the stash

Or I'll have to pull this trigga



[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)



[Blaze]

Now where it's at? (drive-by!)

Motherfucker