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gangsta blac - crank dis bitch up lyrics

[intro:]
yeah, this [snowball??] in the house y’all, straight outta’ south memphis, b+tch!
comin’ off of [percy?] street, full of that motherf+ckin’ thang, whatchu think?
me and gangsta blac in the house, with triple six, b+tch, on you motherf+ckin’ funky ass hoes makin’ easy money, pimpin hoes in style
south memphis hoe, is on the motherf+ckin’ map hoe!
you motherf+ckin’ b+tches and watch out, for this
motherf+ckin’ clique+sh+t, b+tch, ‘cuz it’s to thick
‘cuz we ’bout to … [?]

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
my folks they brought me up
they kept my head up on my f+ckin’ shoulder
kept me from you bustas, busta suckas
i’m the one who told ya
stayed up out my education, school was like a chore to me
done my twеlve years, got my papers, now i’m vampin’ g
timе to let the south take me under, how do you wonder?
n+gga like me was on the jackal street
been creepin’, hittin’ your heart, like the sounds of thunder
o.g. to the bone, pimps and playas roam my area
pack up thick as h+ll, but i’ll be d+mned if we be scared of ya
“g” is gangsta
“a” is all the time, never slip and ride
“n” is nine+glock, got it c+cked, one more homicide
“g” is gotta get you, gotta do it, you done pinched a nerve
“s” is scr+pin’ silly suckas smoothly off the bl++dy curb
“t” is testin’ pimpin’ in my streets or in my studio
down with prophet ent. and s.p.v. but you don’t hear me though
“a” is a.k. sh+lls, flyin’ fast where they comin’ from
“b” is bustas bowin’, ’cause they know the worst is yet to come
[hook: street artillery & gangsta blac]
crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
crank+crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
gangsta blac is in the house
crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
crank+crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
gangsta blac is in the house

[verse 2: gangsta blac]
it’s just a gangsta blac
occupation on the track, standin’ clean
in the cut, stackin’, servin’ crack to you dope fiends
scopin’ out you tricks, and bustas smirkin’ as you see me serve
f+ckin’ with you lemons i done drop my dope up on the curb
reachin’ for my sh+t, 5+0 came, now it’s time to break
see, i’m young and dumb, full to come, f+ck a dope case
runnin’ through the cuts, i see the folks, but now, i’m movin’ faster
kinda like i’m kunta in the wind, yeah, i’m gone, master
got away smooth as the cops ’bout a block away
breathin’ hard as f+ck, but now, i’m straight ’cause i’m on parkway
sweat comin’ down my face, heart beatin’ out my chest
pressed to the bone, but god d+mn, i repent my guest
grew up on the c.o.g.i.c., i choose to partin’ crack
but now south park is treatin’ me, uh
like i’m a nutcase, no case, mainly, i’m f+cked up
g.a.n.g.s.t.a. parkway, crank some sh+t up
[hook: street artillery & gangsta blac]
crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
crank+crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
gangsta blac is in the house
crank+crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
gangsta blac is
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
gangsta blac is in the house

[verse 3: gangsta blac]
just another day up at the tire shop, chiefin’ hay, f+cked up, waitin’ for twelve o’clock
come hit the club, gettin’ buck
hoes, you got me f+cked up
with that prankin’ sh+t
b+tch, you got it wrong
so you the first to get yo’ wig split
no, i’m not no gangsta
just a named they chose to give me
gangsta blac, a n+gga from south memphis
so it’s in me
man, they should have known before they tried to do us, too deep
comin’ from the heart of s.p.v. we beat you to the streets
i keep a f+ckin’ itch, for a b+tch, who try to daze, amaze
the hole in the trick from my twelve gauge, no remorse is
showin’ when we deep we don’t know how to act
p+ss off my clique, but i’ll be d+mned if we don’t strike ya back
creepin’ to the back, lookin’ clean, so roast a b+tch
tricks on the scheme, scotchin’ mean, i got yo b+tch
bustas best to bend and bow, and smell the fragrance of my nuts
nowhere to run and hide, no ifs, no ands, or buts
[hook: street artillery & gangsta blac]
crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
crank+crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
gangsta blac is in the house
crank+crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis, south of memphis, takin’ over this sh+t
crank this b+tch up!
gangsta blac is in the house
crank this b+tch up!
south, south of memphis

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