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Last 2 Walk: Screwed and Chopped
01. Intro (Screwed & Chopped)
02. I Told 'em (Screwed & Chopped)
03. I Got (Screwed & Chopped)
04. Trap Boom (Screwed & Chopped)
05. Playstation (Screwed & Chopped)
06. I'd Rather (Screwed & Chopped)
07. Rollin' (Screwed & Chopped)
08. Weed, Blow, Pills (Screwed & Chopped)
09. My Own Way (Screwed & Chopped)
10. DSX Talk (Screwed & Chopped)
11. That's Right (Screwed & Chopped)
12. Hood Star (Screwed & Chopped)
13. DJ Michael Watts (Interlude)
14. Get Ya Rob (Screwed & Chopped)
15. On Some Chrome (Screwed & Chopped)
16. Dirty Bitch (Screwed & Chopped)
17. Corner Man (Screwed & Chopped)
18. First 48 (Screwed & Chopped)
19. Click Bang (Screwed & Chopped)
20. Outro (Screwed & Chopped)
21. Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) (Screwed & Chopped)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's going down
In motherfucking, motherfucking town, bitch
The originals up in this bitch
We got DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat, Al Kapone
Eightball and MJG, Three 6 Mafia
What's up to Sunny D, DJ BK
The whole M-Town, niggas, it's going down
Not a one of them in this ho, nigga
Quit playing with your motherfucking self, bitch

I'ma dedicate this to the real
Hating-ass niggas get killed
Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48
Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48
I'ma dedicate this to the real
Hating-ass niggas get killed
Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48
Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48

Crack killed Apple Jack, but I made a stack
Screaming death to a rat, hear the clicking with the gat
.40 Pop, send at your mob, never will I stop
Empty whole magazine clips, look, the body drop
Bullets sent just like pitbulls, tearing ligaments
Anyone who is near it, you in bad predicaments
From the hood, nigga, who cares? You can die, too
Wild bird with that flossy walk, I'ma try you

Trick, I ride for my city, I die for my city
Throw your M's up high if you niggas ride with me
By my side, Memphis North, Memphis West
Wood, Orange Mound, hey, hey, to the Bay
It's all about the M-Town
Yeah, I know you never thought that we would come together, ho
It's a new day, now we on another level, ho
Al Kapone, Al Ka-bee, baddest of the dying breed
This is for my pioneers, to the Memphis, Tennessee

DJ Spanish Fly, mane, never ever giving up
Still doing that same flow that make you wanna get real buck
Get real buck and break your back like you having a heart attack
Juking in the club and you know you ain't gon' get no slack
Now sweat it out, let it out, them devils, they can't stop you
You be on the 'Gram, but them haters be like broke fools
Memphis, Tenn., baby, and we known for that buck sound
The whole wide world, you better get you some and get on down

M gang, nigga, that's Memphis, Tennessee gang
Pimping real big, Eightball, MJG to blame
Hip-hop boom sang, this ain't for the lames
Something like rock and roll, pimping, let your nuts hang
Gangsta walk, Memphis walk, nigga, that's the same thing
Take it from your OG Orange Mound veteran in the game
We got the power to run things and make change
More than green change lives, we can rearrange

I gotta get up, help the whole city do a sit-up
Drop down, do push-ups until you spit up
Memphis, Tenn., this is a brand new awakening
Everything's precisely planned, ain't no mistaking it
We not tryna stop now, ain't no way I'm giving in
The lap of luxury is what we living in
MJG, broadcast through your iPod
I'm a grown man, ain't nothing soft, I die hard

I met this little freak from the street
A sexy fine white girl that you could keep
She had me up all every night
ATM, credit card, swipe
She be dressed in plastic, I gotta have it
The singer sprung a neighborhood addict
And ain't no rehab that could stop me
She like a espresso coffee
But when she in your system, she'll keep you crunk
And make you buck like walk off in the back with guns out

Make 'em give it up, she keep your heart rate beating fast
In bathrooms, I make her holler
Every time you see me, she be with me, 40 in my dollar

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the king of the motherfucking M-Town
See, I wreck you haters like I wrecked these cars
Then I, then I trade it in like I trade these broads
Walk up, walk up out of scrap without nann fucking scar
Looking, looking like before, still shining like a star
See, sucker, I'm a vet, not a veterinarian

Get rid of your flesh like if I was a vegetarian
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, feed 'em bullets, let the pallbearer carry 'em
To they, to they fucking families where the real gon' bury 'em
I told 'em I'm the king, but they didn't wanna believe me
'Til them bullets hit 'em and they started to bleeding

Boy, you the lesser, they ain't even a guesser
Once you started leaking off your shirt, that's a yes, sir

You realized that I wasn't playing with your clan
You realized that you hit the wrong fucking man
You finally figured out you on the wrong fucking land
It's the nine to the O to the one and
We ain't playing, we ain't playing