I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in' Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
*They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
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Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
I know you see me lookin girl gon wanna nag right A little closer let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around and let me see just what ya curve like Go grab ya friends and yall could come to the back Ohhh Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne Relax relax Take ya coat off and let me get ya name I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame I like the way you talk ya game we might be one in the same Now I know you got a buzz of that alcohol I got a house that could entertain all of yall Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya ohhh And when I call don't give me the run around I ain't gonna have ya try and play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothin to think about Ya got me feenin but girl you don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown I heard ya lost do you know your way around If ya got a problem baby I could hold you down ohhh I can be ya navigator or ya compass Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish You the party baby I'm just the guest list I think I need some tylenol you got me restless So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house Lets watch sex in the city or desperate housewives Simon says touch your's while you touch mine Parental discretion is advised ohhh Yall could be the star in my ficky spot light Studio fifty four if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit little bit of act right Yall lookin shy but yall act like yall don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me
It's ya boy, David Banner I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South Let's walk!
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
We represent Memphis, 'Sippi And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype No cut or no arm 'n' hammer
Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch!
We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift
Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch!
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Now we can get it buck in da club With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat
Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered
I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave 'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit Kids don't count when you buck back too hard Get ready to finish anything that you start
Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip
Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume Never been a trick, neva eva played
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea
