M-Town Representatives
[DJ Paul]
N***as you roll them dice
You better accept how they fall
N***a you fucking wit Juice
N***a you fucking wit Paul
N***a you fucking wit Boo
N***a you fucking wit Black
Lil bitch you fucking wit Lord
Lil bitch you fucking wit Pat
N***a you fucking wit Rock
N***a you fucking wit Chat
And if you fuck wit La' Chat
We blow your chest through your back
And if you fuck wit anyone else
I don't give a fuck
Because they don't bleed and breathe HCP n***a what

[Lord Infamous]
I always leave them in suspense
Better put up your defense
Cause these .44's intense
N***as catch a body risk
Bloody Glock bloody trench
Bloody bodies on the fence
Bloody lynchin, all you bitches bloody six is in the midst
Oh my Lord, Infamous
Cock the hammer let it split
I'm the damager carnage
I'm the razor in your wrist
I'm the medicine you hit
Got you bucking throwing fits
Kicking chairs and swinging fists
How long can you get to this?
[Crunchy Black]
It started way back when a n***a was a kid
I stick and move my n***a
That's the shit that I did
I broke a few fucking bones
And I cast few stones
I pulled a few fucking tones
Man that shit wasn't wrong
You got me stuck in the zone
When a n***a doing wrong
I pop you once in your head with that goddamn chrome
Don't give a fuck motherfucker
If your family mourn
Shouldnta stepped to me dawg
Shouldnta stepped to me at all
You weak busta!

[Project Pat]
A mistaken ID
Wanna put me in the po-key
Cuz I'm on parole
Police swearing that they know he
Had to do the shit
Cuz Project Pat is a convict
Whose North Memphis raised
Hood bred taking no shit
If I did the hit
You'll be left okey dokey
Still selling dope on the motherfucking lowski
When I pull the tone
After that squeeze the trigger
On any punk bitch or a ho ass n***a!
[La Chat]
See I'mma gon and have to kill a bitch
Empty the clip
I guess that's the only way
A ho gon' keep my name out they lips
La Chat ain't with no bullshit
I be burying ya hoes
And I'mma do it for the wantin' bitch
Fuck a low low
Man I'm a mean bitch I tell ya
I done been there done that
It ain't no mission I can't finish
Nothing ain't too tough for Chat
So if you catch me slippin' ho
Hope you wearing a mask
Cuz once I know its you fo sho
I'mma cremate ya ass

[Juicy J]
Can a n***a get chose in these kinda clothes
Have you seen a memphis playa
Ride Bentley or Rolls
I done told ya that I'm always gonna stand on ten toes
With a liquor bottle cracked, and a blunt already rolled
My cologne smell the curb
Just superb on these hoes
Hanging with these Memphis killas
With that candy round they nose
On my neck on my wrist
Is that jewelry that be froze
On my face is my cartier shades and my golds
Is this a stain to be making?
It's a T-Rock creation
No roofer sniper you facing
I'm like an offspring of Satan
My innovation of danger
From the slugs of the chamber
Keep more guns than a ranger
Prepared to mangle a stranger
My competition deleted
From verbal telekenisis
Placing bodies in ditches
And leave them stinking like feces
Once the leech is depleted
Fold my dollars like creases
My coalition is the Hypnotize Camp
Its no secret n***a!

[Gangsta Boo]
If I go commit a stang
I got two Glocks and a blunt
Bout to let you bitches know
That Gangsta Boo don't give a fuck
I got diamonds on my wrist
I got diamonds in my teeth
Is it a bird? Is it a bee?
Can you bitches picture me?
Talking shit about Ms. Lady
When you know you wanna fuck
Ridin' round town clowning
Doing donuts in the truck
Smack you bitches to the flo'
Fuck yo n***a take his dough
I be Mrs. "Where Da Dollas At?"
You hatas know the score
I be ballin ATL
I hit Brad up on the cell
Told him meet me at the swiss
And bring some n***as to the 'tel
Might as well go on playa
Ya'll ain't ready for the gangsta ho
I be rippin bitches
Like guerillas, murder, kill ho
I dont give a fuck
What you groupies say up in the streets
Catch me off in gucci sheets
Sleeping living luxury
Just to give you hoes
All the answers you been waiting fo
I remain the undisputed champ
N***a ye ain't know?

Ha Ha...Bitch!