Lyrics:

[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