North Memphis lyrics

[Intro: Playa Fly & DJ Paul]
Now you see me smilin', lookin’ wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin’, lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced, Playa—
Killers up in my crew won't take no sh*t, n*ggas, 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 Drizze, hollow thang recess your skull
Put a n*gga 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 it’s 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, c*ck the buckshot, ridin' to the stash spot
With my n*gga Redrum, equipped with a Tommy gun, Killa, So Serious we come with a squad
Chillin’ like the Godfather with my n*gga Red, but it ain't no lemons in this motherf*ckin' mob
Don't test nuts ’cause I'm makin' hoes duck, never comin' up short, so don't slip in the streets
Shells on the ground, leavin' n*ggas 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, 'til I reach North Memphis where the players got the police scared
While you be runnin' your mouth, I be f*ckin' you n*ggas that cross while you caught in my range
Izzactin' like a lizzunatic, tizzoastin' n*ggas you f*cked 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 [labeled your?] 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' b*tches by the ton, North Memphis, where I'm from
Stupid ho, come get you some, Gimisum just tossin' bombs
I'm a killer, a killer, a North Memphis n*gga
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 your home, sissy ass b*tch boy, you know what's on
Runnin' your mouth about Player Gin, when I keep a grin across my motherf*ckin' face
Punk, jump, you'll get dumped, while I'm full of them light green blunts
Big Hill got my back, with the Mac [another?]
Grip full of hollow-point tips in the clip
I'm a robber, mobber, thriller, killer, talkin' your sh*t, my gat will peel ya

[Outro: Carmike & (?) & Rasta T & Big Debo]
n*ggas that I flex with and wrestle to the f*ckin' floor
[?] Really though, here we go, get them ho-ass n*ggas [?]
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's my name, my enter worse with my clan
I run up into your house, and tie you up to a ceiling fan