Gangsta Gangsta-Gangsta Blac

(feat. V-Dog) [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Stressed in the party back and now I'm the one that took to long Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe, Hard headed ni**a b**ch, die by the trigger trick Chillin' wid my ni**a Slick, kickin' pimpin' on a brick Every f**kin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay What ya gotta say, Gabay where a ni**a stay V-Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic B**ch you cannot f**k with this, standin' with the pistol grip Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy Damn if a ni**a don't die 'fore he get to me Ride with the Luger let it go, let it f**kin' go Man if for bricks, aww sh*t, we be in this hoe Down 'til we die, stay high never f**kin' play Killers on the realer motherf**ka South Parkway [Hook:] V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that b**ch in Damn man, them f**kin' niggas done struck again (Call the police and tell them watch your back) [Verse 2: V-Dog] We from the South part ah town where the police we hate Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta b**ches get raped So if you violate fool, your a** we gon' chase Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face This sh*t is serious motherf**ka, so b**ch listen up South Memphis in this b**ch fool and we clickin' up, Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets It's nuthin' but real around None ah you hoes won't get chance to sleep So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked Cause when we rush up in that b**ch fool somebody gon' drop Call the police motherf**ka, we don't give a f**k You betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut Lock your door, a note left on the dresser Face down on the floor, is where I left her Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb Call the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is done [Hook] [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me Anna's in the air, all you smell is the scent of sh*t *Gunshots*, Kill you just for the f**k of it Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey a** Mitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many more S-P-L might as well get it cause you know the score Buck f**k stuck wid a duck, I don't need this Big business motherf**ka be a witness I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn sh*t Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South sh*t B is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real sh*t V is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway Smokin' on a blunt ah hay, Damn what another say, B**CH! [Hook x2]