[Chorus]
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway

[Verse 1]
Blast yo Glock hoe, comin' through the backdoor
Fl-izz-y on that fuckin' fry, n***a you request to die
When you put this playa down then I clown on you hoe
Lil Fly pull yo hand grenade, now take this n***a for his dope
Yeah it's on I gotta join, twistin' turnin' twilight zone
You can be a victim of this 2-11, crack yo bone
Nothin' but anna I can't handle, put yo ass in check
Take yo life and kill you twice and fuck around and break yo neck
Slit yo motherfuckin' wrist when a n***a on that fry
Blow yo nose, you take control now tears comin' from yo eye
Ignant n***a on the mic, dynamite, I'm too hype
Fill yo brain with acid mane then it's on, ain't that right
SPV and SPL - crazy n***as can't you tell
Mitchell Heights and National, all these n***as where I dwell
Playa told me to come hard, Playa Posse won't be barred
Shoot that bitch now dig his ditch now leave him in his fuckin' yard
Back from the dead on that blow straight from Park Way
Damn what these n***as say, we gon' make it anyway BITCH

[Verse 2]
Damn what n***a say, I'm rollin' in my cut dawg
Ballin' scowling down the track, lookin' back, watchin' my back
Sellin' my pack cause you know I gotta make it in da '95
N***as die, momma cry, bitches lie
N***a tell me why these n***as let these bitches ride on they Vogues bottom (?)
N***a need to chill out 'fore I have to put the nine up to yo nose, make yo beg for yo life
Shoot you in yo head, n***a I'm runnin' from the fuckin' feds
Riverside bound hoe, yeen know, to da fuckin' doe
SPV - RSC - creepin' real slow
[Verse 3]
Beamin' and leanin' - this holy water got that demon screamin' inside of me... as I tiptoe quietly
Through his backyard, Southpark n***as puttin' a stop to this shit
Blew da door off da hinge and ran in that bitch
Screamin' where da money at and handed 'em a plastic sack
He tried to run, that's when I had to paint da wall wid his back
You gets no second chance, sirens from an ambulance
They finna haul you off, damage from a sawed-off
Fool, don't you ever try to test my crew
Cause in the motherfuckin' South, we don't play by no rules
The SPL up in this hoe plus da Riverside
It ain't no way we gonna let you Triple Bitches slide
My nose start to bleed, I'm knowin' that didn't come from no weed
Me and the Lil Fly stayin' high - yes, indeed
You think you tough behind a mic, in the streets you scared to look
You take your last breath, bitch when yo life get took
This shit is thick in the motherfuckin' Southpark my brother
If you make it by one of me dawg you gotta deal with another

[Chorus]
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!

[Verse 4: V-Dog]
Damn what a n***a say, V-Dog gon' make it anyway
As I cruise through the hood, count it but it's all good
Roastin' toastin' all these hoes comin' up real quick
Ridin' through the hood, lookin' real good, jealous bitches can't stand this shit
As I creep on my block take the nine millimeter stash pot
At yo face, drop it off, please don't make me catch a case
I'm from the screet, where I creep late at night, you can't see me
V-D OG bound to make a stang, see
As I come - body numb, n***as can't fuck with me
Drop it off yo ass, anyway I'm gonna get paid G
[Verse 5]
Walkin' up and down the L, a blunt is in my fuckin' hand
Junkies runnin' up talkin' 'bout spendin' twenties man
So I got them bricks for them tricks talkin' shit
Just don't know the SPL will get yo motherfuckin' wig split
Ridin' with my n***a yo, Ray he got that fuckin' blow
Runnin' out, scream and shout, how you know you gotta go
Narcos, Glocks n' poppin on them hoes so you know the score
Frog he got that fuckin' three, mane I know he down wid me
Psycho D, Psycho P, mane let's go and smoke 'em G
Riverside live '95 in this hoe
Damn them bitches talkin' 'bout they on snow, just don't know
Look who's gonna flow on them Triple Six Bitches

[Chorus]
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
[Verse 6: Lil Pain]
Damn what a n***a say about a playa Lil Pain mane
Buck 'em wild, cause I'm clean, n***as playa hate me
Wishin' they was in my shoes, I can't help that you refuse
Not to sweat the track bitch, now I'm down with my click
Hoe I done made where you trick tryin' to get right now
Only thing you need to do is keep South Memphis out yo mouth
If you dig what I peep - Riverside, SPV
Keep (?) tippy toes on you hoes that ...

[Verse 7: D.Vious]
Damn what a n***a say, cause Joe gon' make it anyway
Comin' with absurdity, it's best you run along and play
Quick to talk that shit, m-izz-outh runnin' like an avalanche and
Anna is floatin' through the air and I done started to smell it
Usually I wait for you to slip before I act a clown
But since I'm on that dope, mane fuck this shit, it's time for blastin' rounds
Big mob we on another mission, AK's gotta hit the scenes
D.Vious 'bout to come so mean, let's go get Psycho D
Look Frog 'bout his hog creepin' through da fuckin' smogs
N***as tryna haul ass, gonna make 'em fall fast
Lil Boo make them lemons suffer, fuck a pluck a motherfucker
Infrared, SPL raisin' hell, buck them suckers
Damn a n***a, how the fuck you figure I'll just pull the trigger
Try to hit ya, if I miss ya then I'd guess the Lord was with ya
I see you another day, damn what a n***a say
You gon' be dead and gone as we chief plenty hay
Bitch!

[Chorus]
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!

[Verse 8]
Damn what a n***a say, ridin' into Brownwood
Holla at my n***a Yo, fuck them bitches, let them n***as know
This fuckin' devil score, SPL in this hoe
Tryin' to get the serve on, find Lil Fly, bring that blow
Time to go and touch them bitches, chillin' with Riverside
SPL, SPV where we dwell, clientele
Tryin' to get bail, sendin' you n***as straight to hell

[Verse 9: Chante']
Playa from above, fuck you scrubs cause we runnin' this
Chante grippin' plenty clout, Tony Bone witness this
As I plan to climax, man I'm chiefin' so relaxed
Mega blinkin' in Fly brain, feelin' strange on this sack
Fly, he fuckin' chiefin' blunts, never fear a funky punk
Grab yo tone and talk that junt, put yo pistol down and dump
SPL and SPV, Riverside, we do not play
Comin' from South Park Way and damn what you bitches say

[Chorus]
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!
Da-damn what a n***a say
Da-damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway!

[Verse 10: Playa Fly]
Bustas just be downin' me, suckas should be crownin' me
Bumpin' how I'm soundin' round for round is Fly and Gangsta B
What's up to da River doe? Always down and in this hoe
N***as who be crappy clout - Fly don't really hear them tho
Man, I plan to reach the top before my heart decide to stop and Fly would rather smoke myself than have it from a crooked cop!
Lemons just adore my game, never can ignore me mane
Playa keeps on bumpin' now my n***as know I'm rockin' thangs
Snizzow on the fuckin' track, but yo I'm on them funky packs
Mane I bust my ass crack for stayin' on dat blunjah jack
Comin' from the City X, King of all the crosses
Trick so if you wanna cross me out then Fly know what to do for it
City is located next to darkness of da fuckin' cut
N***as need to show respect cuz Playa plan on comin' up
Marked to stay up on the top and don't forget the plastic Glock
Dean is on the scene, he lookin' mean, a Playa down to pop
Bullets in yo fuckin' back and Fly ain't scared to pack that gat
Playas gon' attack and got my back, a Playa's on them packs
*cuts*
So don't you doubt me punk because I funk and smoke a plenty hay
All my n***as help me say: "Damn what a n***a say!"

[Long talking interlude]

[Verse 11]
Keepin' it smooth, layin' you suckas on da fuckin' floor
Gimme all yo cheese, all yo dope, now I'm out da door
Slip into my ride cause it's time for me to get on game
You bitches don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound
Back on da Town and we lookin' for our next victim
Fly get it (I got it, now what's the fuck up with it)
Let's stick 'em to da fuckin' ground, make 'em make that ugly sound
Gangsta B you in this hoe, now man is on that funkytown
Creepin' on ah come up, cause we down to make sum fuckin' ends
Tanqueray what dawg said, I-B-N, yeah we in the wind
So when I catch you slippin' and you need to start prayin'
Damn what you bitches say, a grave is where you lay in