[Intro: Playa Fly & DJ Paul]
Now you see me smilin', lookin’ wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin’, lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced, Playa—
Killers up in my crew won't take no shit, n***as, you better run

[Verse 1: Mista Playa Dre]
Besides my pistol lies the clip, cop-killer tip, put the mask on the dashboard
Paranoid as I shake, takin' care of ana' that circulates
The Playa Drizze, hollow thang recess your skull
Put a n***a face in the mud, chest down to the ground, pourin' Yak on his back, rest in peace, layin' in the dirt, never showin' love
Sittin’ on a scheme it’s 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
With my n***a Redrum, equipped with a Tommy gun, Killa, So Serious we come with a squad
Chillin’ like the Godfather with my n***a Red, but it ain't no lemons in this motherfuckin' mob
Don't test nuts ’cause I'm makin' hoes duck, never comin' up short, so don't slip in the streets
Shells on the ground, leavin' n***as 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, 'til I reach North Memphis where the players got the police scared
While you be runnin' your mouth, I be fuckin' you n***as that cross while you caught in my range
Izzactin' like a lizzunatic, tizzoastin' n***as you fucked up, I lock up your brain
Just to maintain another blood stang, pullin' the trigger, need a rob, then get blasted
Devilish ways, Playa Dre [labeled your?] on the cash
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
Smokin' 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 ho, come get you some, Gimisum just tossin' bombs
I'm a killer, a killer, a North Memphis n***a
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 your home, sissy ass bitch boy, you know what's on
Runnin' your mouth about Player Gin, when I keep a grin across my motherfuckin' face
Punk, jump, you'll get dumped, while I'm full of them light green blunts
Big Hill got my back, with the Mac [another?]
Grip full of hollow-point tips in the clip
I'm a robber, mobber, thriller, killer, talkin' your shit, my gat will peel ya

[Outro: Carmike & (?) & Rasta T & Big Debo]
N***as that I flex with and wrestle to the fuckin' floor
[?] Really though, here we go, get them ho-ass n***as [?]
Gimisum, Gimisum, Gimisum, Gimisum, Gimisum
Gimi-Gimi-Gimisum are my family
Gimi-Gimisum are my family
I call up on the family they call the gunner constantly—
Debo's my name, my enter worse with my clan
I run up into your house, and tie you up to a ceiling fan