A Couple Of Jackers

[Intro: Cool B]
Yeah for those who don't know, motherfuckers, I'm here to tell you so
Straight from the A-Town, Gangsta Blac, you know I got yo back
You better be packed, fucking with my brother Gangsta Blac
And let me smoke on a sack before we proceed to crack yo motherfuckin' dome
So if you don't know, you better ask somebody

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Well nigga, you get done off with more holes than Al Pacino bitch
I can't count the holes up in yo chest, Gangsta Boo, can you count that shit?
Dirty fucking gangsta, I be in the fucking danger zone
Thinking it get better riding [?] with my brother Jones
Sinking, drinking Moet, switchin' poems with the [?]
Ghetto fairy tales in jail or hell, there ain't no talking truth
Hustle till I'm [?] you and get intercepted [?]
Maintain till I'm gone and then I shock the dead, still respected
Shouting, doubt 'em, [?] stressin', they gone have the hood on me
Money always murder, that's the word so give me dividends
Clock my dollars till I holla, father would you please come get me
On my hands and knees, yes, every night but I'm too numb and dummy
Gangsta kickin' shit before I click and get to penetratin'
This ain't for you [?] rumor giving niggas trading
Hate to see a nigga, walkin', talkin' for the 9-6
Gangsta from [?] now the next is Prophet Posse bitch

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
It's the fuckin' end, get strapped up, let's get buck
The Three 6 Mafia niggas ready to rumble, niggas don't give a fuck
It's pimpin' ass niggas get payed, crazy habitual ways that's takin' over shit
You playa hatin' ass bitches are best to believe or you gonna get dealt with
But sooner or later you realize a playa will never fall within your pettiness
I th-izz-ought you kn-izz-ew that I-zz-I'm from Memphis, where nigga this shit is so fuckin' thick
We deep as hell in the suburban, swervin' and smokin' what's left from this quarter pound
It's hundred dollars fuckin' bills [?] so we can go by Funky Town
So concentrate on these young nigga, I'm one of the bitches that really don't give a fuck
I'm biggedy-bustin' you bustas and chargin' you suckas that's yellin' you wanna fuck
So, watch this bitch get motivated, playa hatin' bitches hate it
I can't help, I got you crossers faded, mane you bustas shady
All up in my face, talkin' that shit that's never true
Smilin' in my face to let a trick know you know Gangsta Boo
BHZ and SPV, Gangsta Boo and Gangsta B
Couple of jackers you can't hack us off the streets of Tennessee

[Interlude]

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
[?] takin', breaking, concentration, screamin' [?]
What my granny made me, with determination
Strivin' to the top, for I drop, I won't stop, till I'm dead
Rockin' shows, yes indeed, fifth of Hen to the head
Gettin' tired of shit, ready for whatever trick
Memphis, Tennessee, keep yo looks upon the [?]
Claimin' nothin', blamin' everybody in this fuckin' town
Figure if I hit the weed and liqour it's gone calm me down
Baby, going crazy, can't you save me for the mic is blown
[?] to you suckers, meet yo makers, you will never know
Songs from them golden years, got a gangsta in his feels
Hollar to society, we're respected, that's the way it is
[?] what I be, what I say gone hurt ya mind
Playa hatin' bitches, compositions from the master mind
Crackers got no cheese, you got G's, give it to me punk
Before B gone click and drop them bodies in the fuckin' trunk

[Outro]