North Memphis Nigga

[Intro: Playa Fly sample]
Now you see me smile and lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me - deep inside I feel disgrace
Now you see me smile and lookin’ wild and got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me - deep inside I feel disgrace
Now you see me smile and lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me - deep inside I feel disgrace, playa
(?) because you better run

[Verse 1: Mista Playa Dre]
Inside my pistol lies the clip, tucked to the tip
With the mask on the dashboard, paranoid as I shake
Takin' care of anna (?) collect the (?)
Hollow thang recess yo skull, put a nigga face in the mud
Chest down to the ground, pouring yak on his back
Fuck the peace, layin’ in the dirt, never showin' love
Sittin' on a scheme is the storm trooper team
On a bloody Halloween crooked type trick or treat
Bullets come in pairs when I shoot the double barrel in the air
Cock the buckshot, ridin' to the stash spot
Wit my nigga Red Rum equipped with a Tommy gun
Killers so serious we come with a squad
Chillin like the Godfather with my nigga Red
But there ain't no limits in this muthafuckin mob
Don't test nuts because I'm making hoes duck
Never coming up short so don't slip in the streets
Shells on the ground, leavin’ niggas in the morgue
Catch a case when I scratch you from your family tree
Labeled as a thug in the game now followed by the folk got me in the scope watched by the feds
Straight from the west to the east till I reach North Memphis where the playas got the police scared
While you be running your mouth I be buckin’ you niggas that cross while you caught in my range
Izzactin' like a lizzunatic, tizzoastin’ niggas, you fucked up I lock up your brain
Just to maintain another blood stang (?) devilish ways
Playa Dre (?) on the cash

[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
With a pound of that pure
Bumpin' some of that Hear My Dear
Hangin' on the corner with my folks
I'm so high I’m sportin' Loc's
Sweatin' bitches by the ton
North Memphis where I'm from
Stupid hoe come get you some
GimiSum just tossin' bombs
Cause I'm a killa, a killa, a North Memphis nigga
Shootin' y'all down with the gauge as I rage when I blaze up the hay with the A to the K
It's too late when I'm comin' to yo homo sissy ass bitch boy, you know what's on
Runnin' yo mouth about Lil Gin when I keep a grin across my motherfuckin' face
Punk, chump you'll get dumped while I'm full of them light green blunts
Big Hill got my back with the Mac (?) full of hollow point tips in the clip
I'm a robba, mobba, thrilla, killa ...
Talking yo shit, my gat will peel ya