[Intro: Drumma Boy]
Ayee boy, ayee
Ayee boy, ayee

[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up

[Verse 1: Criminal Manne]
Memphis raise, Memphis pay
Orange Mound, South Memphis till my fucking grave
I know n***as that know n***as that'll murk your ass
They even burry yo ass alive for the right cash
I'm not new to this shit, I've been bustin' pistols
Choppers on deck, been thugin' since a young n***a
Dope boy, Dope Manne is what the streets know
Mr. Fuck-Me-Long-Time, n***a ask yo hoe
One phone call will get yo ass knocked out
20 stacks, all hundreds so [?]
No rap, no wackin', I ain't bullshittin'
Plenty if you want a bitch ass to come up missin'
[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Yeahh..
Kay, lil buddy I go hammer strapped in my polo-pyjamas
2 AK's and 4 bananas make them bitches go bananas
Ayye first I shoot out all the cameras
Face covered up with bandanas
They ain't comin' up with no answeres
I'm blowin' out their candles
Whi-whi-white Tees, suburban jeans, prada shoes and I'm robbin' things
Let me educate ya on what a goon and goblin mean
Pre-medetade ya, come get ya a week later, hater
Got called, pay the lawyer off, walked off [?]
Yeah buddy, and I'm acting like my shit don't stick
Posted with these bricks
Not coming home, wonder what my bitch gon' think
In a drop top Cuddy, try'na fuck with me
But they had no links, yeah
And them other n***as drunk but I ain't had no drinks, yeahhhh
It's Buck, It's Buck! Yeeeeah!
[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up

[Verse 3: Don Trip]
Shiieaaa
I'm a Pimp n***a [?]
Rollin' weed, holdin' weight
Well you lucky if you make it to 16
Or graduate before you caught the Kay
ANE, first 48, and the [?] broad day
These young n***as unproven
They never learn how to walk away
Sweet 16, no frost on cake
16 went to bought the kay
Copped a eight ball, now ballin' J
Went down the sector, went in and bought some yey
My advice: stay far away
Cause we prefer shit the harder way
And truth is us Memphis n***as been ballin' out before harder way
D-D-D-D-Duckin' the MPD try not get slammed up like Rock the Jay
Shootin' up yo night clubs, sippin' Rossay not Chardonnay
Stayin' strapped in RA
Desperato no guitarr case
So we still manage to find a way to get more cake than a parfait
Shiieaaa
[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up missin'
Fuckin' with them Tennessee boys
Come up