we bogus bogus and mafia!
stand tall when this shit jump off
got a wild wolf pack attack
run from the gun finna have you some
spin em around ready to drown em
missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin
cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
blindfold execution style
certified straight lunatic bucked
good county bounty rowdy better be audi
hypnotized minds with the conflict bumpin
your trunk and we steady dumpin
it's a motherfuckin stick up
three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up
fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
nigga think i'm?tray? hoe i ain't?tray?
find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth
if you know what i'm sayin
got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin
got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin
face down in the ground hopin dead they live
representin memphis to the fullest and i got my gat
but it ain't where you from it's where you at
well if your city's hardest
man have you seen the lives i feel that i have lived before
hopin i don't get dropped bogus for nothin i do
smoke hay like them playas back in the 50's
we could get clink claks and thousand suits
me and my down south niggas rule
this goes out to all my niggas
flippin cheese and countin figures
put your boy up in the picture
knowin i wanna be down with ya
clicked up like notorious killas
blunts and guns is all we totin
tight on white but weed i'm smokin
every corner playas postin
eyes are red from dope we chokin
all your hoes they blowin kisses
pay attention to our pimpin
we tear the club up thugs and bitches
bone solid! cuz papa was a rolling stone
gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
havin visions of glistens my posse ridin
bogus bogus nigga hopeful
not because the mac spittin potent dope
we gon rush and drain your mind
it's a conflict in the ghetto
and we livin in crucial times
we have entered this city chicago
cruical the conflict the memphis streets is
now you niggas know you can't break
i'ma let this mob take off
won't stop until i knock it off
the left fill it up till it wet and erupt
erupt like muggin my type busta
come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle
>from the rusty point of scarecrow's sickle
stabbin up thorugh the?vouches?
lord infamous shock absorbin
i'm squishin like project roaches
cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus
smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run
gun got me so gone hit em son
we the number one young gun
hold em up or fold em up son no love for none
hit em up jump straight bucked
when it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk
it's on fool pull the wrong move
and soon lose ya like lucifer
in the middle make a fool of ya
ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed
i got chicago straight chicago
98 shit figured up on john doe
in the roll no flow peepin at all
close to coast close to crawl
cuz ya can't walk or walk