Victim Of This sh*t (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Man, Gangsta Blac, Opp & Lord Infamous]
K—, Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific
Damn, gang, man, you bumped that Killer From South Park
K—, Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacificOh, let me tell you, mane
Ay, hold up, hold up, cut that sh*t down, mane
Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific
Ain't that that little Eden n*gga, mane?
What's up, dawg? Blow one
Ay, what's up pimp?
That motherf*ckin' song you made
Gangsta n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'?
The club fried, mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout n*gga got anna with you, man
Nah, dawg, that was just a little song
I'm tellin' you, mane, get that boy, mane, get that b*tch, man

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'
That sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be-
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Now I got my n*gga Ibn he's on the f*ckin' side of me, another n*gga scarred, comin' hard from the S.P.V
See you got me f*cked up if you think that Gangsta's f*ckin' soft
Now come into South Park and I'll be damned, if I don't break you off
Give me one, give me one, yeah, smoke some f*ckin' hay
Who got head, f*ck that sh*t, let's go and get a Tanqueray
Ridin' through the park laid back, so civilized
But inside that funk can hypnotize
Have you feelin' woozy, grab that Uzi, load a full clip
Ibn with the automatic, Fly let's go and kill that b*tch
Gotta have somethin' real quick, when I get that ho
Let me call Slick, I know he's game to ride that 5.0
Ho, I'm 'bout to kill me a motherf*cker, any kind of motherf*cker
Boom, boom, now let me see if I done killed that sucker
Yeah, he's gone, met the chrome
Buck him, 'til I saw some foam, comin' out his f*ckin' mouth
Always tryin' to claim the South (*gunshot*)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
Yeah, they done f*cked up, 'cause a player's on the scene
Grew up on a boomin' track, now I kick it on Orleans
Night and day, Gabay, just around the f*ckin' way
Where players always stand they ground
Stayin' funky, chiefin' hay
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Psycho Pain and Gangsta Wheez
Bring them tones and plenty P
Before we hit the parkin' lot, South Park is gotta get so deep
Nardo with the Glock, Slicky Ricky and the Tony T
These Playas, mane, you can not stop
I'm standin' with the mastermind
Of the f*ckin' lyrics, Paul's beat and the Devil's lines
See I dwell in S.P.V., with my folks, that's every night
No, it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life
I-B-N in the wind, 'cause I have no f*ckin' pity
Chronic City, Funky Town, Funky Town, Chronic City
Lil' Fly is in this motherf*cker, treatin' you busters like a b*tch
Pow, pow, pow, now you's a victim of this Park sh*t

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this sh*t
That sh*t that we be—
[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
n*ggas down to make some ends, n*ggas you ain't makin' f*ck
Keep on talkin' sh*t, I swear, I jack you for your f*ckin' truck
Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip
Peewee with the thirty-eight, snub on his f*ckin' hip
Ho, you get me f*cked up, 'cause you know I likes to pack a gat
Killas from South Parkway, now how you gonna f*ckin' act?
Loop with the .40, he ain't short, and he'll shoot the b*tch
Russel got his back, I know he do, he's on that funky sh*t
Man, got a plan that he made, to get that ho
Peep that b*tch, kill that b*tch, we got dawg on the floor
Nardo with the Glock and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot the b*tch
Dre on his way, he got my back with a full clip
Kiki, Little Sun, Little Tiger and Mario
Down for a 187 on a f*ckin' ho
Yeah, you get me f*cked up, don't you ever try to test my nuts
Big Rod with the Glock, 'bout to pop you in your f*ckin' guts
Grab you by your face and try to squeeze it 'til it's turnin' red
Ho, I'm not gon' let you loose, until I know your ass is dead
Stick you to the f*ckin' ground
Make you make that ugly sound
Kick you in your f*ckin' di*k, ain't no f*ckin' witnesses
Lock you in the f*ckin' trunk, while I hit the f*ckin' funk
Now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Comin' out your f*ckin' skull
Ho' I'm showin' no f*ckin' love
Ho', you can just suck my di*k
'Cause you's a victim of this sh*t

[Verse 4: Playa Fly]
Lil' Fly comin' out hard for the '94
Time to let these busters knowm, let these ho's know the score
South Park's in the house for the '93
Now we're gettin' deeper and we're takin' what we wanna, G
Gotta peep my n*gga Slick, get a pack of funky sh*t
Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we gettin' full of it
Hangin' on the boomin' track, better known as night and day
Liquor store, right next door, let's go get a Tanqueray
Funky Town's in my brain, got the tang in my guts
Pain burn a n*gga out, now I gotta bust some nuts
Or bust some f*ckin' caps, and take some busters off the map
Got no feelin' in your face from my mighty Glock slap
Damn, he made me break my tone, but then Gangsta came alone
That bast*rd made me break my sh*t
Gangsta, let me shoot that b*tch
Takin' turns peelin' caps, when that busta full of lead
Paramedics came, but they can't help him at the med
A day or two later, the words gettin' back to your folks
Now they rushin' to the med, lookin' for the death reports
Got you still stuck and f*cked
They read the cause of the death of the E
Too much lead to the head from little Fly and Gangsta B

[Outro: Playa Fly & Gangsta Blac]
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherf*cker
To that buster all up on my n*gga dizzick
Yeah, boy, you keep on talkin' that sh*t, you gon' be a victim of a 211
And I ain't scared to turn it to no 187, biatch
Yeah, this Gangsta Blac in this motherf*cker, know what I'm sayin'
This old trick ass-n*gga come to talkin' sh*t
n*gga, we ain't straight, if we was straight, n*gga
We would've been straight when you was talkin' 'bout we wasn't straight, biatch, know what I'm sayin'