[Chorus]
D—D—Damn what a n***a say
Damn what a n***a say
Damn, damn d—da—damn, damn what a n***a say, we gon' make it anyway

[Verse 1: 2BLACK]
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, buy them clothes?
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' South 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-O-G 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' down the fuckin' 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
D—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 it, 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's how it goes

[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
Ana 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: Lil Pooh]
Damn what a n***a say, ridin' into Brownwood
Hollerin' 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, Cante grippin' plenty clout, Tony Bone witness this
As I plan to climax, mane, 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
H'izz'ow 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 'cause 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: Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly]
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 a 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, your grave is where you lay in

BITCH!