First 48 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Spanish Fly & DJ Paul]
Tennessee, oh word-ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down
M motherf*ckin', motherf*ckin' town, b*tch
The originaters up in this b*tch
We got DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat, Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG
Three 6 Mafia, what's up to Sunny D, DJ B.K
The whole M-Town, n*gga it's goin' down, 901 up in this ho, n*gga
Quit playin' with yo' motherf*ckin' self, b*tch

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'ma dedicate this to the real
All these hatin'ass n*ggas gettin' killed
f*ck a fake, put 'em on the first 48
f*ck a fake, put 'em on the first 48
I'ma dedicate this to the real
All these hatin'-ass n*ggas gettin' killed
f*ck a fake, put 'em on the first 48
f*ck a fake, put 'em on the first 48

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Crack kill apple jack, but I made a stack
Screamin' "Death to a rat"
Hear the clickin' with the clack
Fourty balls bustin' at your mom, n*gga, will I stomp
Rip the whole magazine 'til the body drop
On the scene just like pitbulls, 'til that n*gga a mess
Anyone who is near you a bad predict; gon' miss
From the hood, n*gga, who cares? You can die too
'Round here, with that flossin', ho, I'ma try you
[Verse 2: Al Kapone]
Trick, I ride for my city, I die for my city
Throw your M's up high if you n*ggas ride with me
For all my South Memphis, North Memphis
Westwood, Orange Mound, Blackhave-to-the-bay
It's all about the M-town
Yeah, I know you never thought that we would come together, ho
It's a new day, now we on another level, ho
Al Kapone, Al Kapeez, last of a dyin' breed
This is for my pioneers, truth the Memphis, Tennesse

[Verse 3: DJ Spanish Fly]
DJ Spanish Fly man never ever givin' up
Still doin' that same flow that make you wanna get real buck
Get real buck and break your back, like you havin' a heart attack
Jookin' in the club and you know you not get no stacks
Now, sweat it out, let it out, them Devils they can't stop you
You be on the grind but them haters be like broke fools
Memphis, Ten, baby, and we known for that buck fire
The whole wide world, you better get some and get on down

[Verse 4: 8Ball]
M-gang, n*gga that's Memphis Tennesse
Game; Pimpin' real big, 8Ball, MJG, the blame
Hip-hop boom slang, this ain't for the lame
Spmethin' like Rock 'n' Roll-pimpin', let your nuts hang
Gangsta Walk, Memphis walk, n*gga, that's the same thang
Take it from your OG, Orange Mound veteran in the game
We got the power to run thangs and make change
For all the green change, life, we can rearrange
[Verse 5: MJG]
I gotta get up, rep the home-city, do a sit up
Drop down, do push-ups 'til you spit up
Memphis Ten. this is a brand new awakenin'
Everything is precisely planned ain't no mistakenin'
We done tried to stop, nah, ain't no way I'm givin' in
Duck, loud, buck, luxury is what we livin' in
MJG, pump gas to ya eyes card
I'ma grown man, ain't nothin' soft, I die hard

[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I meet this lil' fr-freak from the stre-street
A sexy fine white girl that i ke-ke-keep
She had me up all-ervy night
ATM credit she-she swiped
She dressed in plastic I gotta ha-have it
She say sprung a neighborhood addict
Ain't no rehab that can stop me
She looked like expresso coffee
But when she's in yo' system she'll keep you crunk
And make you buck like walk off in the back with guns out
Make 'em give it up
She keep your heart rate beat fast
In bathrooms I make her holler
Every time you see her she be with me, folded in my dollar
[Verse 7: DJ Paul]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah the king of the motherf*ckin' M-Town
See, I wreck you haters like I wreck these cars
Then I-then I trade it in like I trade these broads
Walk up-walk up out the square, but no, I'm not a f*ckin' star
Lookin-lookin' like my four, still shinin' like a star
See, sucker, I'm a vet not a veterinarian
Get rid of your flesh like if I was a vegetarian
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, feed 'em bullets, let the ball bat carry 'em
'Til their-'til their f*ckin' family wet up, then I'm gon' bury 'em
I told them I was the king, but they didn't wanna believe me
'Til them bullets hit 'em and they started to be-leedin'
Boy, you don't listen, ain't even a guesser
Once you started leakin' up, your shirt that's a guesser
You realized that I wasn't playin' with your plan
You realized that you have the wrong f*ckin' man
You finally figured out your on the wrong f*ckin' land
Raise the nine to the whole town, wanted, we ain't playin'
We ain't palyin'

[Outro: Boogaloo & DJ Paul]
Yeah, ho, you know what motherf*ckin' time it is
Deadly steel (Deadly steel)
Oh, yeah, it be that Boogaloo in this motherucker (Motherf*cker)
Memphis Ten, n*gga, don't creep
We put you motherf*ckin' hoes to sleep