[Intro: Playa Fly & DJ Paul]
Now you see me smilin', lookin’ wild and got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgrace
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgrace
Now you see me smilin’, lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgrace, Playa—
Killas up in my crew won't take no shit, n***as you better run..

[Verse 1: Mista Playa Dre]
Besides my pistol lies the clip, cop-killer tip
Put the mask on the dashboard
Paranoid as I shake
Takin' care of ana, that circulates
The Playa Dr'izz'e, hollow thang recess yo skull, put a n***a face in the mud
Chest down to the ground
Pourin' yak on his back, rest in peace
Layin' in the dirt, never showin’ love
Sittin’ on a scheme, is the storm trooper team
On a bloody Halloween crooked type
Trick or treat
Bullets come in pairs
When I shoot the double barrel in the air
Cock the buckshot, ridin' to the stash spot
With my n***a Redrum
Equipped with a Tommy gun
Killer, So serious we come with a squad
Chillin’ like the Godfather, with my n***a Red
But there ain't no lemons in this muthafuckin' mob
Don't test nuts, ’cuz I'm making hoes duck
Never coming up short, so don't slip in the streets
Shells on the ground, leavin' n***as in the morgue
Catch a case, when I scratch you from your family tree
Labeled as a thug in the game now, followed by the folk, got me in the scope watched by the feds
Straight from the west to the east, till I reach North Memphis, where the playas got the police scared
While you be runnin' your mouth, I be fuckin' you n***as that cross, while you caught in my range
I'zz'actin' like a l'izz'unatic, t'izz'oastin' n***as, you fucked up
I lock up your brain, just to maintain, another blood stang
Pullin' the trigger, need a rob, then get blasted
Devilish ways, Playa Dre (?) on the cash
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
Smokin' a pound of that pure
Bumpin' some of that Hear My Dear
Hangin' on the corner with my folks
I'm so high, I'm sportin' Loc's
Sweatin' bitches by the ton
North Memphis where I'm from
Stupid hoe, come get you some
Gimisum just tossin' bombs
I'm a killa, a killa, a North Memphis n***a
Shootin' y'all down with the gauge
As I rage when I blaze up the hay, with the A to the K
It's too late, when I'm comin' to yo home
Sissy ass bitch boy, you know what's on
Runnin' yo mouth about Playa Gin
When I keep a grin, across my motherfuckin' face
Punk, chump you'll get dumped
While I'm full of them light green blunts
Big Hill got my back, with the Mac (?)
Grip full of hollow-point tips in the clip
I'm a robber, mobber, thriller, killer...
Talking yo shit, my gat will peel ya

[Outro: (?) & (?) & Rasta T & Big Debo]
'Cause this life is a mess if you mess with me i pop you're skull
Back to the dope here we go i feel more high i can feel demons in my soul-
GIMISUM, GIMISUM, GIMISUM, GIMISUM, GIMISUM
GIMI-GIMI-GIMISUM ARE MY FAMILY
GIMI-GIMISUM ARE MY FAMILY
I call up on the family they call the gunner constantly-
"Debo my name, my enter worse, with my clan
I run up into your house, and tie you up to a ceiling fan"

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