Lyrics:
again
Master, hit the switch - igor, he's alive!!
Yo set it off
Set it off, yo yo yo
Let's start ridin, my flows bring the tide in
While john
small
Memphis taught that she had made the bill tall
Ma put Moses in a basket, UPS'd him off
Prodigal father return to cap the sequel off
See, Simba grew
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
to dinner, wit Jordan and his wife?
Am I moving fast? It could happen real soon
Thousand dollar shoes, dance in ballrooms
You know the dress, that got
come from, gettin' visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin' on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
the curtain and im feeling bizerk
Damn
That shit hurt
Pulling back the curtain and im feeling bizerk
What happened to sandra bland weak man walk-in he
gorillas
Makin Easy Money Pimpin' Hoes In Supreme
Yeah that thur Big Memphis , that thur what Big Memphis Mean
Incendiary they split ya spleen
You
They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I probably send him five
Kill down cannon wit' me Crippin' tryna kill a 5
Oh
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
and you gon' stay high
May I answer your Third Question like A.I
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
to roam
A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home
Because my skin is brown, yo, I'm gonna do the town
Rub it in the face, and rub my feet all through
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
Memphis nigga inked up
Like a permission slip
I'm by any means
I brought them thangs in off a Lyft
Yo connection's tiny
Like its hangin' off a cliff
Call
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
the shocker)
You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
In the pourin rain,
Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been born
into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin'
Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window
Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts
Told them we got it in ten ?, yo Ray Ray signed it
Now we
the shocker)
You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
In the pourin rain,
Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been born
and bake shake and)
They in my views yeah they watching
(yeah they watching)
I'm serving white like gotti
( Servin white like I'm)
oohhh, I know they can't
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo
And tell that old nigga from my hood with you that he a bitch
You make the city look bad, that's the truth
Fuck nigga I be in North Memphis more than you
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