[Intro: Cool B]
Yeah for those who don't know, motherfuckers, I'm here to tell you so
Straight from the A-Town, Gangsta Blac, you know I got yo back
You better be packed, fucking with my brother Gangsta Blac
And let me smoke on a sack before we proceed to crack yo motherfuckin' dome
So if you don't know, you better ask somebody

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Well n***a, you get done off with more holes than Al Pacino bitch
I can't count the holes up in yo chest, Gangsta Boo, can you count that shit?
Dirty fucking gangsta, I be in the fucking danger zone
Thinking it get better riding [?] with my brother Jones
Sinking, drinking Moet, switchin' poems with the [?]
Ghetto fairy tales in jail or hell, there ain't no talking truth
Hustle till I'm [?] you and get intercepted [?]
Maintain till I'm gone and then I shock the dead, still respected
Shouting, doubt 'em, [?] stressin', they gone have the hood on me
Money always murder, that's the word so give me dividends
Clock my dollars till I holla, father would you please come get me
On my hands and knees, yes, every night but I'm too numb and dummy
Gangsta kickin' shit before I click and get to penetratin'
This ain't for you [?] rumor giving n***as trading
Hate to see a n***a, walkin', talkin' for the 9-6
Gangsta from [?] now the next is Prophet Posse bitch

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
It's the fuckin' end, get strapped up, let's get buck
The Three 6 Mafia n***as ready to rumble, n***as don't give a fuck
It's pimpin' ass n***as get payed, crazy habitual ways that's takin' over shit
You playa hatin' ass bitches are best to believe or you gonna get dealt with
But sooner or later you realize a playa will never fall within your pettiness
I th-izz-ought you kn-izz-ew that I-zz-I'm from Memphis, where n***a this shit is so fuckin' thick
We deep as hell in the suburban, swervin' and smokin' what's left from this quarter pound
It's hundred dollars fuckin' bills [?] so we can go by Funky Town
So concentrate on these young n***a, I'm one of the bitches that really don't give a fuck
I'm biggedy-bustin' you bustas and chargin' you suckas that's yellin' you wanna fuck
So, watch this bitch get motivated, playa hatin' bitches hate it
I can't help, I got you crossers faded, mane you bustas shady
All up in my face, talkin' that shit that's never true
Smilin' in my face to let a trick know you know Gangsta Boo
BHZ and SPV, Gangsta Boo and Gangsta B
Couple of jackers you can't hack us off the streets of Tennessee
[Interlude]

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
[?] takin', breaking, concentration, screamin' [?]
What my granny made me, with determination
Strivin' to the top, for I drop, I won't stop, till I'm dead
Rockin' shows, yes indeed, fifth of Hen to the head
Gettin' tired of shit, ready for whatever trick
Memphis, Tennessee, keep yo looks upon the [?]
Claimin' nothin', blamin' everybody in this fuckin' town
Figure if I hit the weed and liqour it's gone calm me down
Baby, going crazy, can't you save me for the mic is blown
[?] to you suckers, meet yo makers, you will never know
Songs from them golden years, got a gangsta in his feels
Hollar to society, we're respected, that's the way it is
[?] what I be, what I say gone hurt ya mind
Playa hatin' bitches, compositions from the master mind
Crackers got no cheese, you got G's, give it to me punk
Before B gone click and drop them bodies in the fuckin' trunk

[Outro]