[Chorus: Big Debo & Mr. Slicc]
Murder, killin', is my clique
211 and 187
Slicc, ever known Slicc?
211 and 187
Slicc, Slicc, Slicc
211 and 187
Ever known Slicc? That's me
211 and 187, murder, killin', is my clique
Slicc, ever known Slicc? That's me
Slicc, Slicc, Slicc

[Verse 1: 211]
A pimp ass n***a, it's me the D-E-U-C-E
A gangster comin' from north side of Memphis, see
I clown, midnight south bound, I'm kickin' up mud, I'm smokin' much bud
My yalk it spills that blood, n***a, I ain't no killer
But, n***a, if it's on I let the Sig's plus trace, spit that lead and peel your dome
A Mack, got game I pack, my money it comes in stacks
From dope to onion smoke, I'm loced on ho-tracks
I'm deep in the chevy, lookin' heavy, pass me the hype
I light green, I got packed off and just hit grandaddy's pipe
Expressin' that punk punk-shit, I ain't wip bitches 7-4
Too ruth for the black gangsters, black as the but death, ho
Disrespect that G, gotta handle this shit
Off sprayin' from the [?] with that [?] shit get that wig split
I don't act, 211 sane, fuckin' with me, punk, then find your ass in a bodybag
So, face the real
[Chorus: Big Debo, Mr. Slicc & Lil Gin]
187, murder, killin', is my clique
211 and 187, 211 and 187
Tell me, tell me what you see—
211 and 187, murder, killin' is my clique
Tell me, tell me what you see when you look into my eyes
211 and 187, murder, killin' is my clique
Slicc, ever known Slicc?
Slicc, Slicc, Slicc

[Verse 2: 211]
Comin' at you again with mixed off varieties
We got them thangs to go cool, blowin' up your society
I'm claimin' my city and everything with the territory
Won't be tellin' no lies, none of 'em talk stories
Because talk tales make strong smells of bodys
Found left in the alley, mob style, n***as leavin' holes in the body
So come on down to the capital city, the M-Town
The money, the mack and the murder, if you ain't with it, bitch, lay it down
I'm cuttin' up [?] constantly smokin' on this weed
Pumpin' them slugs 'til they bleed, in the dirt was planted a evil seed, boy
This UZI think that shit don't stay until they stepped on the wrong n***as toes with much rank, so
Set trip and big clips will empty out hollow points
Goin' off like I'm psycho on these motherfuckin' ink joints
It's gettin' drastic, body's in plastic, fuckin' with me if you jack
Not by a buster, bitch, but a gangster, mane
[Chorus: Big Debo, Mr. Slicc & Lil Gin]
187, murder, killin', is my clique
Tell me, tell me what you see—
211 and 187, 211 and 187
Tell me, tell me what you see when you look into my eyes
Slicc, Slicc, Slicc
211 and 187, murder, killin' is my clique
Slicc, ever known Slicc?
Slicc, Slicc, Slicc

[Interlude: 211 & Big Hill]
Face the motherfuckin' real, bitch
Big motherfuckin' Hill, shit
For you trick motherfuckers traitin' on that X-74 hotline
The reason why you don't know?
Because it's seven hundred and twenty million reasons
'Cause you hoes trait', got a junt, so face the real
It's real in '96, and I'm out
Eight hundred and seven-four, n***as
And for you n***as that put me last
N***a, I'm first, players first

[Outro: Big Debo, Mr. Slicc & Lil Gin]
211 and 187, murder, killin', is my clique
211 and 187, 211 and 187, 211 and 187
Murder, killin' is my clique
Slicc, ever known Slicc? That's me
Tell me, tell me what you see—
Ever known—, Slicc
Tell me, tell me what you see when you look into my eyes
Slicc, ever known Slicc?
211 and 187
Slicc, Slicc, Ever known Slicc?
211, 211, 211 and 187 murder, killin', is my clique