[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
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Stressed in the party back and now I'm the one that took to long
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Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on
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Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues
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Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe,
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Hard headed nigga bitch, die by the trigger trick
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Chillin' wid my nigga Slick, kickin' pimpin' on a brick
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Every fuckin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay
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What ya gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stay
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V-Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic
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Bitch you cannot fuck with this, standin' with the pistol grip
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Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy
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Damn if a nigga don't die 'fore he get to me
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Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go
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Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe
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Down 'til we die, stay high never fuckin' play
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Killers on the realer motherfucka South Parkway
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Hook:
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V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch in
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Damn man, them fuckin' niggas done struck again
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(Call the police and tell them watch your back)
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[Verse 2: V-Dog]
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We from the South part ah town where the police we hate
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Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped
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So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase
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Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face
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This shit is serious motherfucka, so bitch listen up
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South Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin' up,
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Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets
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It's nuthin' but real around
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None ah you hoes won't get chance to sleep
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So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked
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Cause when we rush up in that bitch fool somebody gon' drop
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Call the police motherfucka, we don't give a fuck
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You betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut
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Lock your door, a note left on the dresser
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Face down on the floor, is where I left her
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Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb
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Call the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is done
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Hook
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[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
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People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep
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Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me
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Anna's in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit
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*Gunshots*, Kill you just for the fuck of it
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Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass
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S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey ass
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Mitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many more
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S-P-L might as well get it cause you know the score
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Buck fuck stuck wid a duck, I don't need this
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Big business motherfucka be a witness
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I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn shit
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Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South shit
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B is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real shit
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V is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip
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G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway
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Smokin' on a blunt ah hay,
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Damn what another say, BITCH!
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Hook (2x)
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V-Dog And Da Gangsta (featuring V-Dog)
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Gangsta Blac |