[Verse 1: Big Debo]
Packin' 'em thangs, makin' a stain, Debo is my fuckin' name
Gauge on the rage, North Memphis, is where I was raised
Now I'm paid on the stage, Gimisum Family is on my side
Penalty is how I live, deep is how we ride
Slap my clip into my Gat, attackin' like a flashback
Smack you like a bitch you is
'Cause you know, I'm quick to Jack

[Verse 2: Lil Debo]
Smokin' on that light green dope, as it makes me cough and choke
People sayin', Lil Debo loc', ho, you really did not know
Talkin' all that weak-ass shit, gonna get your wig split
Lock you in the fuckin' trunk, smack you like a punk-ass bitch
Watch that light green make me choke
Full of that Ink, not that blow
I charged my bitch, for that dope, now I'm finna smoke that ho

[Verse 3: Lil Yo]
Gettin' real high off of the hay, sip after sip, Alizé
Hearin' my name, goin' insane, mane, this shit is like everyday
I'm so fucked up, havin' no dream
Fucked in the game, they still envy me
Need me some cheese, so drop it off trick
Got a shot, I just shout: "Drop itt off, bitch"
Choppin' so clean, make it to town
Triple Six, Gimisum, Frayser Click bound
Back on my feet, kickin' that P
Bought me some dope and a pound of that weed
Busters they trace, some n***as they fake
My mystical lyrics, will dig up your grave
I cock on my Glock, I'm ready to pop
A thunderous mystery is up to your block
[Verse 4: Big Hill]
Smokin' light green by the pound
Nothin' but real G's hangin' around
Suckers who clown, willin' my frown
My neighborhood gunnin' motherfuckers down
Quick to click, on a bitch, frizzonin', just don't miss
Now I'm fallin' down with some n***as I used to fuck with *gunshots*
But it don't matter, let the blood splatter
Glass shatter, rata-tata-tat, full of that Yak, that's a fact
Constantly bustin' at your back, run your lip
Buckshots they rip through the vest through the chest
Leavin' a bloody mess, put you to rest
Bitch, you gon' be in a bloody tale
(In a bloody tale, hey, hey)

[Verse 5: Lil Gin]
Player, player on the creep, Gimisum, we just too deep
Rollin' another Swisher Sweet, funny 'bout a bitch, I'm strictly G
A-T-P is where I am, these stupid hoes gon' make me clown
Beat you down to the ground, keep a frown, pound for pound
Gunnin' you down like you straight, buckshots bustin' you in your face
Tony Montana on a bitch, knock that blood up out your shit
N***a, what, I'm a player, bitch, kickin' some of that gangster shit
Drinkin' some of that J. Roget, smokin' a blunt of that light green hay

[Verse 6: Z-Dogg]
We totin' them tones, sportin' them locs
Big boy guns, them n***as smoked
Sellin' that weed on the track, got that pump up to your back
Over L, double O-K, we got big bags of that hay
Smokin' pound after pound, takin' a sip, from the crown
Player hatin' n***as don't come around, we'll lay your punk-ass down
[Verse 7: Tha Joker]
Nineteen years in the projects, sellin' dope, all about my hustle
I had no friends to lean on, 'cause these n***as was some busters
They tried to cross me and set me up for a stang they had planned
But I'm the man, my n***a, what they don't understand is
That I'm livin' and givin' these dummies, ballin', conin', tryna' make money
Dealers, peelers, kidnappers, killers, all in the game, when a ho act funny
Sayin' "My pimpin' misunderstood", mane, yeen walkin' talkin'
I'm steppin' up on busters quick and then I commence the stalkin'
And I wish, these punk n***as would step and get fucked up so quick
I'm takin' out all you n***as, takin' out for these lil' tricks
So call me Tha Joker, I'll take a bitch and provoke her
I heard you lame than the lamest, but I'm the dope, of the doper

[Verse 8: Playa Dre]
Skimask Troopaz blastin', murder assassin, lemons in my scope
Widowmaker squash your skull and blood be soakin' up the floor
Ringin' shots out from the Glock, and leave the victim in the cut
Bullet through your temple, leave the ambulance to sweep you up
Gimisum Redrum, in reverse, no change in my face
Playa Dre the crooked type killer, is the nutcase
Hollow point rushin', we bustin' no duckin'
Prepare for the evilest look in my eyes
I'm draggin' a body away from a robbery
Fill 'em with holes, this n***a must die
But first I must peepin', like stand like a soldier
That strap on my waist bringin' death to a ho
Playa Dre, aka The Black North Memphis Rambo
[Verse 9: Killamac]
Gimisum, leavin' your body numb strapped with the Tommy gun Killa go buck on a bitch
N***as be actin' like reachin' for somethin'
My pimpin,' I'm finna remove this trick
Killa so high off the fine that I smoke
When I'm blowin' that dope, goin' straight to my skull
When I'm up in a click, never like hug a bitch
Troopaz be shootin' your face in the mud

[Outro: Crime Boss]
No nuts, no love, no murder, no glory
I've been bangin' for a while, so these n***as are best to chill
'Fore be laid up in that pen, lookin' at some steel