Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip] They told me I can't talk about ice no more But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more I get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club When I perform me a hoe, niggaz get jumped in the club But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run And just because you gotta gun don't mean that's the only one So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit Cuz you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit I drop, hit after hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta Cuz I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring I got my name on my jersey like I play with that team I'ma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!) And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!) So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man It's Lil' Flip, representin' Clova Land
[Chorus 1: Lil' Flip] I'm reppin' H-Town until the day that I die If you look me in the eyes you could tell I'm high Yeah you could talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk Cuz when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught [repeat]
[David Banner] I'm from the J the A the C to the K..Town, Mississippi bitch And boy we'll blow off ya face Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is trill Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin' Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin' Like WOOF!, nigga stop beggin' me please How you gon' walk and talk shit if I blow off yo knees I'll have ya walkin' like a parrott do, stick foot pussy you The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya C-L..K Ya body don' got carried away Mississippi til' I die bitch so have a nice day Or a long ass night nigga Yeah yo death is settin' in muthafucka ain't no need for you to fight nigga
[Chorus 2: David Banner] Throw yo sets up nigga, and raise em' real high David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die [repeat 4x]
[DJ Paul] Now I'ma M-Town reppa, like no other Mask on my face cause I ride undercover I'ma mean-mugga, a nigga hoe up from the show up And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up When I roll up, it is a hold up Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe Cause all I wanna hear is ching-ching Like casino slots, or this hot glock Get cocked, leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot for his stash spot
[Juicy J] No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch) With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips) And you know that we runnin' this thang (this thang) Nigga step, I'ma let my nuts hang (nuts hang) You can get yo ass shot popped, put off in a head-lock Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop-phop Shot yeah you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped Memphis, Tenn. in this bitch thought you knew we don't stop
[Chorus 3: DJ Paul] We some M-Town niggaz and we gonna turn it out Memphis, Tenn. in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth [repeat 4x]
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