[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Stressed in the party back and now I'm the one that took to long Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe, Hard headed nigga bitch, die by the trigger trick Chillin' wid my nigga Slick, kickin' pimpin' on a brick Every fuckin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay What ya gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stay V-Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic Bitch you cannot fuck with this, standin' with the pistol grip Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy Damn if a nigga don't die 'fore he get to me Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe Down 'til we die, stay high never fuckin' play Killers on the realer motherfucka South Parkway
Hook: V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch in Damn man, them fuckin' niggas done struck again (Call the police and tell them watch your back)
[Verse 2: V-Dog] We from the South part ah town where the police we hate Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face This shit is serious motherfucka, so bitch listen up South Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin' up, Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets It's nuthin' but real around None ah you hoes won't get chance to sleep So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked Cause when we rush up in that bitch fool somebody gon' drop Call the police motherfucka, we don't give a fuck You betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut Lock your door, a note left on the dresser Face down on the floor, is where I left her Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb Call the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is done
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[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me Anna's in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit *Gunshots*, Kill you just for the fuck of it Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey ass Mitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many more S-P-L might as well get it cause you know the score Buck fuck stuck wid a duck, I don't need this Big business motherfucka be a witness I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn shit Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South shit B is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real shit V is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway Smokin' on a blunt ah hay, Damn what another say, BITCH!
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