[Hook: 211]
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I'll swabble-
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I'll swabble-
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I'll swabble-
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I'll swabble-
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I'll swabble any motherfucker out your set motherfucka
[Verse: Lil Debo]
Born in the North, buck
I grew up in Tennessee
Go on the fucking murder and the robbing and it's killing me
I'm tried to coming up for the finer things in my life
I'm straight from the landmark
I thought it, I'd make it right
I start as a little man, the man that I understand
I stayed out of hands for commands that my daddy said
A month, or two sеttin' me
And I'm living in the street
By jookin' up showing some young hoеs, so just let it be
Many years like to come
Ain't what it just seem to be
I did not take heat to the things that can't easily
Now that I'm down with a neighborhood, understood
The show won't realize until he's in brotherhood
Or locked in a jail cell, or maybe in other hell
But I prefer jail cell, so can't fucking make my bail
Free again, like the same
A n***a just in the hood
Don't fuck with Lil Debo or the AK gone come spray yo hood
[Hook: 211 & Brotha Lynch]
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I'll swabble any motherfucker out your set motherfucka
It's E.B.K. everyday, all day until the day I die
It's E.B.K. everyday, all day until the day I die
[Verse: 211]
Standing on the fucking corner
Scoping out some bustaz ima lay down in the city street
Make 'em kiss the concrete
Lynching deep, M.J. down with this murder shit
211, 187, murda killing is my click
Watch me cause I'm coming up
When I let the gauge buckshot from my Glock
Cause I keep it cocked
Red rum here it come
I think I'm losing my fucking mind
Time to leave some bodies being the victim of my fucking nine
Millimeter is the solver to take care of my fucking problems
See a busta havin' nice, looking fresh
I gotta rob him
[Bridge]
Landmart n***as on the creep with them yak's
You can talk yo ass off
We gone blow your ass off
Landmart n***as on the creep with them yak's
You can talk yo ass off
We gone blow your ass off
[Verse: Lil Gin]
How in the fuck you figure that you could be straight with me?
Consider me crooked as hell
I'm busting a cap in your face, bitch cause you's a snail
I'm hanging with the n***as only down with me
The Triple Six, and Gimisum, and Hurston n***as down on Mash Ville Street
And we can fuck up on a trick and smuggle his ass in the ditch
My n***as lugging AK's for the bills
Let's start some shit
Now my watch my hoes take you out cause I'm a pimp
My leg's kinda tired so I'm walking with a limp
I take my dirty hoe, international
Stacking more
This n***a tried to rob me, but I caught him creeping up outta my door
I grabbed some needles then I stuck em in his butt
I tied him to the chair, until his ass closed up
It's just like playing spades with a handful of hearts
Oh, but I'm the lil joker
That's cuttin' yo fucking dome
Obituary, n***as scary
Lames very, that hoes getting buried
[Verse: Mr. Slicc]
I won't concern their moaning, phony
Got them bitches yawning, groaning
Miss them fried mornings
Slicc, ever known Slicc?
That's me motherfucka
Bullets they popping yo back
For one of you n***as try to step up
No mercy for my enemies, no mercy for thy soul
No mercy for thy shake junt, no mercy for my hoes
Now as I continue to mead the lyrical
Difficult bitches I'm pimpin in Memphis
Now testing them out on the game
To see the sight with slicc-ness
Russian like roulettes
When I start to reck
Shoot you four-five Glocks
N***a hit the deck
I'm robbing that nina fiend for fun
To the fence on our terrace
We blend in like mirrors
So jackers don't get near us
Killaz, playaz
Slapping 'em with a huff
Blaze a blunt with a rush
Cracka-yak we case 'em tightly
[Hook]
We some straight up murderers, n***a
We kicking down them doors
We some straight up murderers
We lay your kids and your mammy on the floor
We some straight up murderers, n***a
We kicking down them doors
We some straight up murderers
We lay your kids and your mammy on the floor
Hoe