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gangsta blac - killaz from south parkway (remix) lyrics

[intro: lord infamous]
k!llers of south parkway, deep as the pacific
k!llers of south parkway, deep as the pacific
k!llers of south parkway, deep as the pacific
n+ggas you best to be watchin’ your back, ’cause we f+ck up the competition
k!ll–k!llers of south parkway, deep as the pacific
south memphis pro, south–south memphis pro
k!llers of south parkway, deep as the pacific

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
s is for shootin’ b+tches, who constantly talkin’ sh+t
o is for overload, when i pop in another clip
u is for underground, when i’m in funky town
t is for takin’ over, ’cause you shouldn’t have been around
h is for hoodrats, that’s hangin’ in s.p.v
p is for p+ssy+ho, that we get so easily
a is alaska+bound, all aboard on the plane
r ‘reckin’ sh+t, ’cause you know i’m insane
k is for k!llin’ b+tches, who constantly actin’ hard
’cause you shouldn’t have f+ck with me, ’cause i’m down with south park

[bridge: lord infamous]
south parkway is keepin’ you slaw n+ggas beatin’
you know that sh+t’s no secret
a lotta punk n+ggas brought they ass through, and got fried
[verse 2: gangsta blac]
now every day when i grew up it was the same, ho
n+ggas use to jack me, now i’m big, i got ’em mad, ho
sw+ngin’ on the track so deep i feel packed up
i’m high from them packs and them sacks, i don’t give a f+ck
nine millimeter on my hip if you wanna slip
come and take a trizzip to my hoozzid but don’t run your lip
creepin’ through the park after dark, you won’t make it back
if you scared call the police, tell ’em watch your back
’cause no ho+type n+ggas welcomed in my hood
group of real n+ggas strapped with gats, up to no good
high as a mink coat, feelin’ like a lexus coupe
you don’t f+ck with me and i promise i won’t f+ck with you
but if you crossin’ through south park, n+gga, you must die
now you got two choices: die, or f+ckin’ stay alive
now south park’s in the house for the nine+trey
n+ggas let me hear you, if you from south parkway

[interlude: n+gga+9]
gang–gangsta blac’ll whoop that b+tch
you thicker than this sh+t, i can’t tell

[verse 3: gangsta blac]
comin’ like maniacs, you better protected, son
or pull out your clip and gun, needless, come get you some
i hate to be perpetrated, you likes to get jaculated
i dwell in the park, mane, and b+tches i know you hate it
gangsta is in the house, our h+ll is just breakin’ loose
i’m high from the sacks of bud, i’m thrilled from the gin and juice
n+ggas with big tones, you better push out jones
i jack you a couple times and f+ck with your freaky bones
the figure that that i’ve been tradin’
the aim is the truth surveillance
a lyrical mastermind, meanin’, i gotta rhyme
i give up some dab to my n+gga i sw+ng with
south park, n+gga, and the sh+t is so f+ckin’ thick
south memphis is in the house, in the house for the nine+trey
that’s what’s n+ggas get buck and see we chill on south parkway
we hyped up and ‘quiped up and ready to be attacked
you best to get backjacked, ’cause you f+ckin’ with gangsta blac
a primary suspect to a south memphis homicide
i jumped in my get+aride+ah then i just take a slide
a villain is mercenary, very scary to another
jumped in my red thang, commits to burnin’ rubber
your sh+t’s gettin’ left on the scene, only suit is a body cask’
that’s all you can wear, when you f+ckin’ with gangsta blac
[interlude: gangsta blac]
you know what i’m sayin’, to you motherf+ckers
you motherf+ckers out there, who thought this sh+t was over
my n+gga this ain’t for nothin’, yo, this sh+t don’t stop
you know what i’m sayin’?
for you motherf+ckers, who thought this sh+t was at the end
to this b+tch and that punk ho
motherf+cker, this what i’ll do to you

[verse 4: gangsta blac]
first i grab your neck and choke you out and do not let you go, ’til i see blood comin’ out your mouth
i stick you a couple times until you drop ’cause i won’t quit
i bet you, you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh+t
the sh+t that we’d be doin’ is a south park beat down, stickin’ you tricks to the ground, makin’ you make the ugly sound
jumpin’ out your ride like get jumped or hit the parking lot
now you got some n+ggas do a real from the ol’ block
couple of dope n+ggas shakin’ their dices, servin’ hubba
i count one to the back, grabbin’ a d+ck, whatever
i callin’ up my n+gga, bring that thing ’cause i got trouble, dude
meetin’ with the m11, n+gga, i’ma get real rude for you b+tches

- gangsta blac lyrics

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