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 Jane
Open the brain, let that s**t 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 ni**as 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 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 s**t
Sleep with them fishes, eat with them bitches, it`s all on you
Like that lil` ni**a 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 Banger

I either put you in a cross or I pull the Moss
I`m runnin` threw so logs, trying to blow ya leg off
I put some s**t up in the line that`ll blow ya mind
It`s like some Colt 45, does it every time, ni**a 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` f**ked 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` f**ked 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 s**t
I ain`t `bout no games Woady it`s your life or yo bwoaditch

Apologize when I pass by bootin` my grill
3rd 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 f**k 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 f**kin` with pros

These bitches hot `cause it`s hypnotized and no limit
We off the wham but only real ni**as all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin` s**t

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` f**ked 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` f**ked with it
Forever tucked with it `cause you done got touched with it

I never ran up yo a trunk, blastin` on a f**kin` punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk, try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on how I lived, fight a ni**a over a bitch
Playa I`m just callin` pimp, always keep a cigarette lit

Never walked up in the club, dissin` ni**as 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, ni**a, 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
F**k 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 ni**as 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 f**k 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` f**ked with it
Forever tucked with it `cause you done got touched with it