Song Lyrics

So, this is what I'ma do man, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'?

From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man, you know what I'm sayin', beat his mothafuckin' ass
To the ground like a motherfucker, man f*ck this bitch ass

See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get beat down
Your bitches get beat down, your brothers get beat down
Your mothers get beat down, your cousins get beat down
And any nigga that try to clown, we leavin' em on the ground

'Cuz we stomp a hole until his ass throw up and after that
Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left

I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches, what the f*ck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe and Crunchy can't go
And Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna f*ck with low

If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro and smoke a little that
Till I can't smoke no more

I'm gon' whoop this nigga, I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click, click, boom, with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin' killers do a job on this boy

We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor
We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor
We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor
We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor

You don't know what just happened, you suffering from a fracture
You rebel, let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from Triple Six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button

You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy
And people think it's funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket

'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon
We steppin' to let the still meet your chest
And don't play with these killers, they come from those parts
The north, where niggaz be pullin' the whole cart

So mista big playa, mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply

I'm gon' whoop this nigga, I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click, click, boom, with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin' killers do a job on this boy

We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor
We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor
We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor
We gon' beatem to the floor, we gon' beatem to the floor

Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan

The duration of Beatem to the Floor is 3:04 minutes and seconds.