Boy, I think this the second time You done passed up this sign You goin' the wrong way, man Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya know what I'm saying? Look, we about to go I 255(Yeah)straight up to Memphis(Ya show) See what I'm saying Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens We 'bout to go head on and break this bread Ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip you in vain While the young soldiers whisper my name I'm dealing the caine, sippin' on crown, smokin' that JaneOpen the brain, let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin' Don't make me get at your kin fo' 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 5and 0, allow smoke Dosha go straight to my lungs I seeWhomp, whomp, whomp, whomp In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this Got wit' you F I E N D and THREE 6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this deep shit Sleep with them fishes, eat with them bitches, it's all on you Like that lil' nigga B.G. CD volume 2 I throw hallows threw, what you use to swallow and chew' Bout what ya gone do? Infamous I'm leavin' brain dust I'll in danger you lamers like strangers I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a BangerI either put you in a cross or I pull the MossI'm runnin' threw so logs, trying to 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'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with 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 your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit I ain't 'bout no games Woady it's your life or yo bwoaditch Apologize when I pass by bootin' my grill3rd World I represent it Blood City fo' real Forget yo' know me when I pistol whip you and yo click No limit riders, Tre 6, y'all ain't runnin' like this Now what's the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you hoes I'm 'bout to shut down yo' heart that's how the story goes These boys think 'cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes Its consequences and reprecussions fuckin' with 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 click And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it I never ran up yo 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 with a mug Always keep my own sack, never wanted to hit your bud Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body froze Close yo' eyes? Mouth full, it's a south thang thugging 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 with that tech Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame Fuck around with me I separate your body from your name Lay down bitch, La Chat and I ain't playing no games Bucking you hoes, my mado 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 downtown we got that anna that you bitches don't won't Step to me wrong Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat Be strapped wit' them pumps Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live We kill your ass then set a randsome fo' your guts that we spill If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it