[Intro: Ganksta NIP] (Vocal Sample)
South-South, South-South, South-South, South-South
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South-South, South-South
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
My folks they brought me up
They kept my head up on my fuckin' shoulder
Kept me from you bustas, busta suckas
I’m the one who told ya
Stayed up out my education, school was like a chore to me
Done my twelve years, got my papers, now I'm vampin' ink
Time to let the South take me under, how do you wonder?
N***a like me was on the Jackal Street
Been creepin’, hittin' your heart
Like the sounds of thunder
O.G. to the bone, pimps and playas roam my area
Pack up thick as hell, but I'll be damned if we be scared of ya
"G" is gangsta
"A" is all the time, never slip and ride
"N" is nine-Glock, got it cocked, one more homicide
"G" is gotta get you, gotta do it, you done pinched a nerve
"S" is scrapin' silly suckas smoothly off the bloody curb
"T" is testin' pimpin' in my streets or in my studio
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V., but you don't hear me though
"A" is all I heard was A.K. shells, and where they comin' from
"B" is bustas bowin’, ’cause they know the worst is yet to come
[Hook: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac]
(Vocal Sample)
Crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin’ over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house

[Verse 2: Gangsta Blac]
Now, it's the Gangsta Blac
My occupation on the track, standin’ clean
In the cut, stackin', servin'
Crack to you dope fiends
Scopin' out you tricks
And bustas smirkin' as you see me serve
Fuckin' with you lemons
I done drop my dope up on the curb
Reachin' for my shit, 5-0 came
Now it's time to break
See, I'm young and dumb, full to come, fuck a dope case
Runnin' through the cuts
I see the folks, but now, I'm movin' faster
Kinda like I'm Kunta in the wind, yeah, I'm gone, master
Got away smooth as the cops 'bout a block away
Breathin' hard as fuck, but now, I'm straight 'cause I'm on Parkway
Sweat comin' down my face
Heart beatin' out my chest
Pressed to the bone, but god damn
I repent my guest
Grew up on the C.O.G.I.C.,
I choose to partin' crack
But now South Park is treatin' me
Like I'm a nutcase, no case
Mainly, I'm fucked up
G.A.N.G.S.T.A. Parkway, crank this shit up
[Hook: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac]
(Vocal Sample)
Crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this, crank this, crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank-crank this bitch up!
Gangsta Blac is-
South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house

[Bridge: Ganksta NIP] (Vocal Sample)
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up at the tire shop, chiefin' hay, fucked up
Waitin' at twelve o'clock, come hit the club, gettin' buck
Hoes, you got me fucked up with that prankin' shit
Bitch, you got it wrong, so you the first to get yo' wig split
No, I'm not no gangsta, it's just a named they chose to give me
Gangsta Blac a n***a from South Memphis, so it's in me
Man, they should have known before they tried to do us, too thick
Comin' from the heart of Triple Six, we beat you to the streets
I keep a fuckin' itch for a bitch who try to daze, amaze
The hole in the trick from my twelve gauge, no remorse is
Showin' when we deep we don't know how to act
Piss off my clique, and I'll be damned if we don't strike ya back
Creepin' to the back, lookin' clean, so roast a bitch
Tricks on the scheme, scotchin' mean, I got ya trick
Bustas best to bend and bow, and smell the fragrance of my nuts
Nowhere to run and hide, no ifs, no ands, or buts
[Hook: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac]
(Vocal Sample)
Crank-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank this, crank this, crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank this-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis
Crank-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank-crank this bitch up!
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, South of Memphis takin' over

[Outro: Gangsta Blac]
Yeah, so now you know