Killa from da Northside

[Intro]
Yeah motherfucker, it's M.C. Mack in this bitch
Kickin with the killaz from the northside
My cousin Lil' Corb, my cousin Lil' Teddy
Finna run this shit for ya punk ass hoes and punk ass niggas that wanna run yo mouth
Yeah, y'all know what time it is

[Verse 1: Lil Corb]
Niggas betta watch this mane, when I'm in that steama thang
Smokin' on that fuckin' blunt
Sippin' on that fucking Tanq
Tanq is in my fuckin' lungs, now I gotta pop a bitch
Leave him in a bloody mess, killa Corb gonna make a trick
Just like when he fuck with me, 'cause I'ma make him wonder
If Lil Corb gon' take him under, underworld that fire gutter
Burnin' motherfuckin' flesh, can't you see I'm merciless?
Come back from the underworld, searching so I will suggest
That you try to run and hide, 'cause you cannot get no highеr
Than them [?] fire, man you bitches gonna cry
Cry to yo mama who you nеver gonna see again
Sacrifice your life to hell 'cause you gon' meet my deadly friend
In this life I will prevail, poppin' lead into yo dome
Killa from the northside so you bitches got to bring it on
If you want to step up to north Memphis, man I wish you would
In the other verse mane, I'ma tell you about the fuckin' hood
Killas from the northside

[Chorus]
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside

[Verse 2: Lil Teddy]
I'm a hustler 'bout my hustle bust it down with SCP
Smokin' city playas makin' sales do you want some of these
Automatic rounds 'cause you ain't down with this real shit
[?] wishin' fuck with this pimpin', they trippin' gettin' they wig split
Drank some beer, smoke some pure, hellafied full of funk
Young nigga grill on the real, I get super crunk
In the car, in the club, it don't matter, I'm so high
Some call it onion, call it sknion, I just call it fry
Why do I, do the shit I do? I don't even know
Maybe it's because the devil got control of my soul
Hypnotize, visualize, eyes in the back of my head
I be walkin' talkin' to myself, I'm a living dead
Shakin' breakin' takin' hoes cash 'cause they like my flow fast
In the back of the 'lac, I'm on top at last, trick bitch

[Chorus]
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside

[Verse 3: Lil Corb]
Killas from the northside, north memphis killa click
Smokin' city Hollywood, killas 'bout to pop up, bitch
Half [?] killa [?] up with the fucking Glock
Project nigga talk [?] up, leave 'em bodies at the drop
Runnin' with some anna, mane, I'm [?] nigga, make you fade
Walking [?] the fucking way [?] clickin with the motherfucking anna mane you betta not creep?
[?] nigga talkin shit
New chicago in this fuckin bitch [?] killa 'bout to pop a bitch