Boy, I think this the second time you done passed up this sign
You goin' the wrong way, main
Slow ya roll, slow ya roll, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Look, we about to go I-255, (yeah) straight up to Memphis, (ya show)
See what I'm sayin'? Paul said he gon' meet us by Walgreens
We 'bout to go head on and break this bread
Ya see what I'm sayin'?
What you gon' do?
Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealin' the 'caine, sippin' on Crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the brain, let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'?
Don't make me get at your kin for those that can't
Either you die slow, ride slow, 'cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes, my stock broke
So we ain't trippin', puttin' knives to throats, buckin' the clip at the 5-0, allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs, I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets, chopper intro, now peep this
Got wit' you F-I-E-N-D and Three-6
Talk it like I bring, I feel you need this, deep shit
Sleep wit' them fishes, eat wit' them bitches, it's all on you
Like that lil' nigga B.G. CD, Volume 2
I throw hollows through, what you use to swallow and chew
'Bout what ya gon' do?
Infamous, I'm leavin' brain dust
I'll endanger you lames like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hangers
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a banger
I either put you in a cross or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin' through some logs, tryna blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some Colt 45, does it every time, nigga, get my rhymes
If I pull my pistol, I'ma bust wit' it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss wit' it
You gon' be a big pussy gettin' fucked wit' it
Forever tucked wit' it, 'cause you done got touched wit' it
If I pull my pistol, I'ma bust wit' it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss wit' it
You gon' be a big pussy gettin' fucked wit' it
Forever tucked wit' it, 'cause you done got touched wit' it
Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo' spot
Tell yourself you ain't scared when I run in your shit
I ain't 'bout no games, woadie, it's your life or yo' bitch
Apologize when I pass by, bootin' my grill
3rd Ward, I represent it, Blood City for real
Forget you know me when I pistol whip you and yo' clique
No Limit riders, Three-6, y'all ain't runnin' like this
Now what's the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' wit' you hoes?
I'm 'bout to shut down yo' heart, that's how the story goes
These boys think 'cause we some CEOs, we must be some hoes
It's consequences and repercussions fuckin' wit' pros
These bitches hot 'cause it's Hypnotized and No Limit
We off the wham, but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what, Serv, kill the head of yo' clique
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit
If I pull my pistol, I'ma bust wit' it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss wit' it
You gon' be a big pussy gettin' fucked wit' it
Forever tucked wit' it, 'cause you done got touched wit' it
If I pull my pistol, I'ma bust wit' it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss wit' it
You gon' be a big pussy gettin' fucked wit' it
Forever tucked wit' it, 'cause you done got touched wit' it
I never ran up to a trunk, blastin' on a fuckin' punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk, try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on how I lived, fight a nigga over a bitch
Playa, I'm just callin' pimp, always keep a cigarette lit
Never walked up in the club, dissin' niggas wit' a mug
Always keep my own sack, never wanted to hit your bud
Independent on you hoes, makin' more than sellin' dope
If you wanna hate the clique, nigga, I make your body froze
Close your eyes, mouth full, it's a South thang, thuggin' like that
You say you know I'm in North Memphis pushin' that drill
Tearin' clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo' chest
Don't play no games, boy, I'm kinda wild wit' that TEC
Pretend you dead when I scream, "What city you claim?"
Fuck around wit' me
I separate your body from your name
Lay down, bitch, La Chat, and I ain't playin' no games
Buckin' you hoes, my motto, keep my distance from lames
My .45 be on my side, and I be ready to ride
We catch you slippin', you be missin', have you buried alive
My niggas down-down, we got that anna that you bitches don't want
Step to me wrong, Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat be strapped wit' them pumps
Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gon' let you live?
We kill your ass, then set a ransom for your guts that we spill!
If I pull my pistol, I'ma bust wit' it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss wit' it
You gon' be a big pussy gettin' fucked wit' it
Forever tucked wit' it, 'cause you done got touched wit' it
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