MR MEMPHIS MASSACRE lyrics

[Intro]
Aye-aye
What the f*ck?
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Huh

[Chorus]
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

[Verse 1]
I'm back, and don't give a f*ck
Come play with Duke Dеucifer
Back to gettin' the clubs crunk
Gеt bucked if you think you tough
Buck, buck, what the f*ck
Get hit with the twelve slugs
'Bout action, no cappin'
I'm packin' and mackin'
But stomped 'em like a damn rug
Triple M, Triple M, Triple M, b*tch
Told you hoes, dont f*ck with them-
Criminal, criminal, criminals, b*tch
Hell yeah, b*tch, I buck with them
Drop a stack on your hat, you a motherf*ckin' rat
Let them cats put your ass on your motherf*ckin' back
It's a bird, it's a plane, hell nah, it's a pack
That's a fact, I'm a Mac, I ain't never gon' slack
I talked to my witch and she said I'ma blow up
Sacrifice my friends
I'll be wealthy, but so lonesome
Lord, I'm so gifted
I see things before they come up
Ancestors be protectin' me
So, I always be one-up
[Chorus]
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't sh*t gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

[Verse 2]
Psychopath Deucifer lookin' like Lucifer
Got me buck wild, and I think I'm influenced
05/01/1992, far from a coward
Boy buck like a bull
Memphis my city, Blackhaven the illest
We known for them killings
They say that we cruel
Saturday night, we be pimpin' on Beale Street
Plenty freak hoes for n*ggas to pull
Drippin', no droppin', strap tight with that Glocky
These hoes on my di*k, 'cause I'm as clean as a deacon
Back in the day, ho, you know you wouldn't talk to me
Watch, I walk past ya'
No, I'm not speakin'
Not tryna' compare myself to Jesus
God got me walkin' this Earth for a reason
Duke Deuce, he cool 'til he turn to a demon
See that they dead, but why you keep squeezin'?
Steady droppin' nukes, Lord, what they gon' do-
When I take the game over for the twenty-deuce-deuce?
Pull up in a coupe, no roof with my troops
f*ck n*ggas gon' poof 'cause they know they gon' shoot
Still ridin' clean, gettin' neck like a crew
While you f*ck n*ggas hatin' with your lame ass crew
Made Men Mafia, ain't no blockin' us
Say f*ck us, it's been "f*ck you," b*tch