[Intro: Mr. Serv-on & Fiend]
Whaaat? I think this is the second time you done passed up this sign
Boy, you're going the wrong way, man
Slow ya roll, slow ya roll, ya know what I'm saying?
Look, we're about to go I-255 (Yeah), straight up to Memphis (Ya sure?)
See what I'm saying, Paul said he's going to meet us by Wal-Greens
We 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya heard? (Aight)
What you gon' do?
[Verse 1: Fiend]
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 shot inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin for your decayin'
People die slow, ride slow, 'cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas high, my squad broke
So, we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin' the clip at the five and zero, allow smoke
Doja 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 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 hollows through, what you use to swallow and chew
So how you gon' do?
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Infamous, I'm leavin' brain dust
I'll endanger you, lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hangers
I'm out of the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross, or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin' through some 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
[Chorus: Fiend]
If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it
You're gonna 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're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it
Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it
[Verse 3: Mr. Serv-on]
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 yourself you ain't scared when I run in your shit
I ain't 'bout no games, woady it's your life or yo' bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin' my grill
Third 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
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Now what the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you foes
I'm 'bout to shut down yo heart, 'cause that's how this story goes
These boys think 'cause we some CEOs, we must be some hoes
It's consequences and repercussions 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 the click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit
[Chorus: Fiend]
If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it
You're gonna 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're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it
Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it it
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
I never ran up to 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 sacks, 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 freeze
[Verse 6: Mr. Serv-on]
Close your eyes when you see the cash up in my place
Mouth full, it's a south thang thuggin' like that
You say you know I'm in North Memphis pushin that drill
Tearin' clubs up in South Memphis, smokin' and sniff
Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
Don't play no games, boy, I'm kinda wild with them TECs
Pretend you're dead when I scream, what city you claim
Fuck around with me, I separate your body from your name
[Verse 7: La Chat]
Lay down bitch, La Chat, and I ain't playing no games
Bucking you hoes, my motto 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 down, we got that anna that you bitches don't-won't
Step to me wrong, Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat be strapped with them pumps
Now, how you figure when you fuck up that we're gonna let you live
We kill your ass, then set a ransom for your guts that we spill
[Chorus: Fiend]
If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it
Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it
You're gonna 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're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it
Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it
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