[Intro: Ganksta NIP]
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 busters, buster suckers, Im 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 players roam my area
Packed 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 suckers 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 AK shells, and where they comin' from
"B" is buster bowin', ’cause they know the worst is yet to come
[Chorus: Street Military & Gangsta Blac]
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 busters smirkin' as you see me serve
Fuckin' with you lemons, I done dropped my dope up on the curb
Reachin' for my shit, Five-O 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
[Chorus: Street Military & Gangsta Blac]
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]
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 to come, hittin' the clubs, gettin' buck
Hoes, you got me fucked up with that prankin' shit
Bitch, you got it wrong, so you the first to get your wig split
No, I'm not no gangster, it's just a name they chose to give me
Gangsta Blac, a n***a from South Memphis, so it's in me
Mane, 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 you, trick
Busters best to bend and bow, and smell the fragrance of my nuts
Nowhere to run and hide, no ifs, no ands, or buts

[Chorus: Street Military & Gangsta Blac]
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