Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked
Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked


I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God its tha pistol but tha crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob lice watchin studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see it from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy
Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday
That's why I'm ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay
Thi shit contagious doin dope and its killin me
Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me
I'm lookin good twenty-three's on that flippin paint
Them twelve golds in my mouth makin these bitches faint
Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take tha charge
I'm stackin loot muthafuck lookin behind some bars




Out slangin brickas tha project nigga row-a
A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a hoe-a
You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire
Yo life will expire you need to retire
Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire
Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
I'm out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke
Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course
Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho
Prayin that he'll drop the charge and let me go
Cause I like smokin good green Motel-io
Stick my dick in a hoe's mouth and there I go
Getting drunk off of liquor and smokin this dope
Put tha green in tha Swisher I'm gettin blowed




You know who you are you hatin ass bitch
You tried to change yo name but you can chew on my dick
I ain't playin wit you hoes and you federal snitches
Wanna walk up to this pimp and get a hole in ya tensions
Always talkin 'bout the Juice hoe I been on tha town
I done blowed a hundred g's hoe you homey tha clown
You can call ya girlfriend and me & Pancho can meet her
She can lick our ass out or she can suck on our peters
North North is tha hood bitch you know we are real
Know you scared to ride through know you gon' meet tha steel
Can't forget about you cowards you be high when you talk
Nigga I fuck yo fat ass wife and put her on tha house
Juicy J is tha playa that you love to hate
Boy you betta get a deal or try to sell you some weight
Everytime you see me comin lemons know what I mean
Cause I been ridin Bentley, Roys, and I'm still on tha scene

Fight [x67]
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch


Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When I'm high and I'm lit aw to hell wit them laws
I ain't givin a got damn you got beef then I'm launchin
In tha streets them bullets in tha club bitch I'm punchin
Muhafuckas lights out cave a suckas skull in
Niggas in here mad but they betta tuck they mugs in
Boys run they mouth and eat up more shit than a goat
Represent tha south and knock ya gold grill down ya throat
Liquor and dat white pump ya up like ya Hercules
I'ma be polite you get wrong we gon beat ya please
Don't you be excused Mr. Bennett I'ma put you in it
You came wit them dudes yall done started but we gonna finish
Fuckin off wit lames in this club fuckin night off
You got ugly on ya face we gon' beat it right off
Overheard a nigga sayin that he wanna jack me
I ain't worried about it cause this tone s gonna back me




Who tha buckest up in here Who tha buckest up in here
My nigga my hood so you cowards betta fear
Mane you hoes don't wanna clown if you do we beat ya down
On you let bullets spray parkin lot its going down
Startin shit pullin niggas cards playin goldfish
Bumpin one of us and we gon whoop you like you our bitch
Pay attention muhfucka we clickin like a gun
Mobbin on you punk suckas mane this ain't one on one
Cause its more like ten on two eyes red marijuana
He put up a fight so we gon beat him in a coma
Nigga constantly beckin so he caught some of this drama
Just a few days lata pine box to his mama
A Moet bottle is a nice lil head jamma
Slap you in ya dome bust yo shit like a sledgehammer
Ramma jamma we is doin damage to a busta
Give a damn-a who'll violate you muthafuckas




You can step right on up we layin smack down
Now we don't give a fuck cause we gon' crackdown
On you hoes who'll suck and ridin niggas nuts
Playas all in tha club and chargin these sluts
Niggas don't wanna buck that ain't what ya need
Beat his ass to a pulp and took all his weed
Pocketknife you get stuck jailhouse Pop-a-lar
In ya back in ya guts on ya head droppin ya
Swellin eyes bustin lips just like Thunderdome
In da car extra clips you won't make it home
Treatin you like a bitch cause that's what ya is
Cut blood out yo wig playa can you dig
Plastic surgery scalpin like an engine
Don't be testin me mane yo eye get blackened
Neva will miss a week I'ma keep it hood style
If ya down for ya street throw some bows get it wild



I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him [x8]
Fight [repeated til end]

Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
If you is the baddest booty the phatest
Let me hear you holla out I yi yi


Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her
hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza
bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin
the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin
yo booty is floatin all round the rooma
my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma
assume the position mug in the pillow
hand on the head bow best not to let go
hand may a slippin head gets a crackin
I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin
a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach
now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit
you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it
lets gone get a room get high and get naked
you say that you real and you claimin the hoody
tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy




Its gold mouth stackin dollars
where yo sista at cuz she swallors
big juicy fat I must hollars
see you in yo pants I may foll'her
wearin tight clothes make yall scholars
freaky yung broads that luv ballers
hesitate to talk nigga stallers
you can let the steam out yo collar
luv gettin stuck on 4 hours
ja-cu-zie livin room showers
nipples on hard some big knockers
eyes got bigga than blue blockers
coochie real tight like school lockers
treat a lame dude like a true socka
most gonna pay cuz they luv her
dog anyway I will knock her




There she go there she go with them g's and strings
my nigga dont you know she will do some things
droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bows
poke it out let it hang then touch ya toes
never shame in her game its just like a bitch
she will suck on dat thang like some lick-a-rich
it'll snap crackle pop call me captain crunch
got me balled in a knot eat me up fa lunch
that bootys a big'n good fa dat hittin
thick like a rhino can do a splittin
you'll get a stickin like in a flickin
hit the right spot and cum start drippin
a flirtin a skirtin a weaver a dirt'n
you screamin to stop I'm showin no mercy
wake up kinda early ya breath smeelin perky
you try kissin me and you needin a cert'n

Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together
I'm gon' let her twurk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make a run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'ma let her gonna be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'ma keep it real wit' cha
I'ma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me


I, I choose you baby
Oh I, I choose you baby


You fuckin' wit' my lut'
When you lay on yo' child support
She alwayz give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'ma get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah that's why I know
This is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling
Pedalin' in these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can get the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's were shit is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renigen
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life
All the ass I'ma grab it

Smokin out like Chief Wahoo hoo
Chase it down with the liquor and brew brew
Pass it round that's the way we do do
Somebody get this dope cause I'm through through


Roll up a blunt like light up the green
Eyes red as fire I'm on promethazyne
Roll up another one dipped in the sizzer
Save it for later mane cause it wouldnt hizzer
Soon as the thund-ah enters my lungs-ah
I start gettin hungry wheres that balogna
Crackers and cheese zuzus and whams
Icy white honey bun ooohh there I am
Go an light another one constantly smokin'
Turn up a 45 drankin and chokin
Start smokin weed real young with my peers
So full of dope smoke comin out my ears
Burnt fingernails aint made no sales
Ya'll might be short an ounce or two on them scales
To hell with that fool go an take a pull
We cheefin all night and we stay gettin food




You ask if Lord were a drug a drug
Ay what drug would Lord be he be
Yo Lord would be a pound of weed
But no stems no sticks no seeds
It's just because I believe-ah
In cannabis se-teev-ah
M-I-L-U-N-G-S I keep the sticky green-ah
Puffahontis puff a peace pipe ridin on my peet-ah
Whats my favorite flower its that marijuna leaf-ah
I keep-ah O the F to O the R to D
I be on the B-L the U-N-T
I brew a cup of shrooms and break down the B-A-G ah
Purple kush pretty bush Cheech n Chong in me-ah
I'm the Scarecrow me in the Ville protecting acres
Smokin tough to bong a swisher leaf just simply papers

Northside hoe, Southside hoe
Eastside hoe, Westside hoe


Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds)
Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)


It's the return of the gangsta - like my niggas OutKast
Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pass
Niggas off the heezy, fuck all at the fuckin' bar
On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car
If they throw the wrong sign - niggas better handle it
Fuck goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet
I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here
And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this shit here
Before I blow a nigga ass off - him and his hoe
Ready to rob me a bitch and get the fuck out the do'
This shit is real dumb nigga, who fucka say we playin'
Boy you in the wrong land, fuckin' wit a grown man
It's: MAFIA, MAFIA from the beginning into ending
While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one inning
You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy
You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy




We up all night, we smokin' that shit
Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the bitch
They called us niggas, we run in packs
Some playa hate this skin because the color is black
We sag our jeans, the ride be clean
Them twanky-twin-twins make them rims be mean
We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead
The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s
And if you violate - get that tone to the head
And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed
I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us
A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, slut
We people on the left - and we folks on the right
We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights
The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site
We sleep in the morning and we come out at night




Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse
You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse
Niggas curse when they get caught, then they go to jail
Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail
Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time
Just another broke hood nigga - cheese up on my mind
Grab the nine, wanna make change
Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 niggas who get down
'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill
I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal
And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate
I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape
A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late
In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate




...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows

Talking...


Hoe I know you got this loot
fuck around make me shoot
up I'm like I'm a rocket
yea I knock it when I hit them boots
make that pussy wetter then
running like a faucet tap
though we get ya stupid then
yo face is gonna get a slap
thorough breds are on the map
pimps are riding checky tramps
prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
keep a cough drop in ya cap
like the way that booty flap
nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
take me off the weight of fame
Im'a let you run ya game
but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
swang a fist bout a her eye
kiss my dick never good-bye
fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
biggest booty in the club-ah
I'm the dad you the mother
out here corning like no other
you's a freaky muthafucka
what they used to say to ya
hooker now they paying ya
me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for



You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)


I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch
got a cute little face and a tight little switch
getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
tired just from now cuz she a civilian
not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you
in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse
break you like a cash register then put in hearse
conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me




Peter pipper beat the bitch
sweeped her in the conflict
through the town spit his game
introduced her to a trick
make-up hoe like a queen
cooking cakes candy rings
feeling up her pussy hole
rub her for the dingalings
but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
so I walked out in an order
break away from getting slapped start running for the border
known to whip you out your draws
bitch done went & told them laws
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
duck niggas hate this shit
catch'em going quack quack
try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
head cracking in a brick wall
got me in a midst brawl
showing out infront of folk
that'll make me kill ya'll
muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something

You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)

As a youngsta guns-ah
what I specalize in
me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising
rising to gives we together in this hood life
struggling together straight praying for the good life
yo life means more to me then my own do
when you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew
I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand
You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man
Mane time fly's now we old to older
You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders
told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard
me and you got caught with some work in the same car
you were facing more time then me if behind bars
I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge
you got larger heard now you own a crack house
I did two years and they let a nigga back out


Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy
knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy
you's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge
you gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge


Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean
hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang
I could of saved in flew like the canary
you know I got heart and I know you very scary
carrying alot of weight put in plenty work
always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt
looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin
that ain't showing love
I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face
blow ya brains to the other side
38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife
but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick
fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick
remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house
over there hold gun lap
North Memphis momma house
looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya
muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah




Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast
You mane was outta town handling buisness
blew both rockwilders out they misery
you got it fist in good so they coulden't see
yea it's kind of obvious what I came for
herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy
a real robber robs a trick and don't say a word
got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds
mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit
celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick
any trick do this to me hollow points fly
dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye
I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl
I'm my niggas back up so who we call
me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em
I can play it off cool but mane fuck'em

That drank
That drank
That drank will make ya think, sizzerp

Sippin on some purple
I'ma call it urple
Leaning to the sizzide
Cool like a bercule
Weed got me ?
Eyes tight like girdle
Cruising through the hood slow, something like a turtle
Strapped with them triggas
Hanging hanging with my niggas
Everybody flossed out cause we stacking figgas
Hoes getting nothing but some of this nutting
Soft baby esaphagaus bitch you give me something
On this hydro coating
Or promythzzing
Sipping on the sizzerp
Sipping on this lizzing
Macking in my mizzah
I'm staying hizzigh
True to the shit I do and that's till I dizzie
Suckas wanna stizzep
I'ma keep it reazzal
Do watcha gotta do man to get a meazzal
Never was a hataa
I'ma stay ?
Sipping on this good drank dog everydaya



Per-per-percoscent, zynax I got the best deals
I love to get powered up off them x-pills
Something to get my swerve on cold dome dranker
Straight out the North Memphis, Tenn on them chrome twenkas
Niggas that hate always end up with hot lead
I'm with them killas hanging out and we ain't scared
Just like my nigga down in Dallas man we already
Swinging in work drink that purple with that erky-jerk
My grill is gold and I smile but ain't shit funny
Like U.G.K. we be hustling for that dirty money
We got them hoes that are pros shaking big booties
Down with they man getting that dough doing thier damn duty
I'm on this drank and this drank got me straight mellow
Most niggas love purple cert I prefer yellow
We been on this, on the town since the 70's
Some trill players out the south is who we be's

Hen hen hen-o-sin
Make a playa sin
Mix it in with the white gin
Here we go again
Project Pat, gotta keep a strap
Haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would
Represent this hood
North Memphis nigga, Hollywood
Make it understood
In my blood, ain't no traitness
Or no fakeness
And no hoe couldn't break this
You can hate this


This bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals
Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil
While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real
All you gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will kill
It don't cost nothing to be real
But it cost when you kill


I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade
I'm ridin green Escalade
Full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches and shit
But every time I turn around you got our name on your shit
I used to be with them
Mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck you hate them
When you always claimin them
I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still, callin my studio
Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe


I call up my niggaz, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe
We packin this guage and decorating you with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason shit
That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and fuck up your wig
You think killa talk
But ain't no kill in your blood boy
That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door
You niggaz can't take it, you hate the fact that we runnin it
You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna learn to respect it bitch


Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it South
Got a problem with Three Six? gotta blow your brains out
Got the South sewed up
Got the guns, load up
Fuckin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up
It's a hold up
Everybody fold up
Niggaz talk like they tough
But they ain't got no nuts, bitch


I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o
Coward in his chest-o
And this police nigga what we call him Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can bring it, lets go
When i put this tone in ya face, presto
A killa in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho
Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that cocoa
Tryna roll some pot in a fuckin optimo (mo)


Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your ass killed dog
A fake ass nigga but he claimin that he real dog
You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he down dog
Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog
Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the pavement dog
Don't you make me act a fool with some bad behavior dog
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin back dog
Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog


I'm watchin out for you polices niggaz we tight
This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can sell it
The Posse click tight like feces, I know you smell it
This ghetto hood shit is crucial, just like a murda
You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve ya
You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared a
The H-C-P'll do ya, mane we gon hurt ya

Shut ya mouth shut ya mouth shut shut ya mouth bitch [8x]
shut ya mouth [repeated til fade]


Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
cuz you know it's going down in the south bitch


Nigga down here on and you suckas mane
but don't get crazy cuz you knows we keep the auto-mag
you pushing daisy's never the false shit I spit the facts
cuz dogg I'm knowing I pull on ya bitch I'm riding phat
that hoe is going we the trillest of the trilly trill
you suckas muggin staying down about a milly mil
this ghetto thuggin got me paid
cowards running lipers
they say I'm flossin hoe my name tasting like some shiter
went in your jaw and throw these bullets straight at'cha grill
commits to walking from the scenary I keeps it real
I do no talking just stupitity I let ya squeal
you get the squaking up in yo yard with the wood dogg
38 barking see yo tounges and the root of evil
thats in the bible dig and dirt there should be no sequel
thats to your title rumors leakin out like a faucet
stank like a burger with some onions or some hot gossip for that i murda




See I'm the king of the M slash C.E.O of Memphis
riding hundred thousand dollar cars and feeling so damn pimpish
I'm the reason why you boys went back to your old style
I'ma hit you were it hurt cuz Dj Paul so damn wild
I know a bullshit nigga that should of been born dead
fake as a superman movie I put some led in his head
bogus as counterfit money my police nigga did hunta
dropping dimes is his hobby now I want his ho I hit


I used to ride with the illest straight killa niggas D-boys
rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture
like if ya on ya last bag sprinkle little bit of weed
in a blunt cuz a nigga had to stretch the figgas money
don't grow on trees so we had to stack the cheese
niggas out here phonie have ya spooked to slang the keys
mane I'm like a diner thief asking niggas pass the piece
cowards out here hating on me
check the hook this ain't a please faggot




What's the buisness what's the buisness
when ya see C.B it big buisness
I don't wanna here no muthafuckin shiznet
just get over there and get the shit bitch
niggas clapping and clapping
niggas jamming you up
I'ma let off some shots and scream in gats we trust
ain't no fucking with me ain't no fucking with us
and if ya fucking with us we put ya body in dust


I got my glock in my hand I got my hand on my glock
so if a nigga get wrong mane then a nigga get popped
cuz mane I bet you gone drop
dogg when I close down your shop
so when you out in the public best hang around you a cop
so you can have you some protection
cuz mane the shit get so hectic
and when I come in yo present nigga you better respect it
Frayser Boy I unload on one of you bitches though
no understanding when you try to play me like a little hoe fasho

We gon' drank we gon' ride
We gon' smoke and get high
Smoke and get high smoke and get high


Hypnotize camp got a answer for you hoes
Inhale tha weed blow tha smoke out ya nose
Crack open bottles of dat liquor pour it in
Gon' take a swallow of dat Vodka and Gin
Hoes makin cheese off of tricks who'll spend
Up all they money how you gotta check 'em in
Game recognize eyes lit like a match
Blaze up this fire paranoid like on crack
Ridin wit my dogs dodgin laws when we roll
Through tha Dixie Homes me and Toby on a stroll
See a short skirt and we lookin for a hoe
One that'll suck dick one that'll go
Coward ass niggas get wrong and we blast
Neva knowin who always wear a mask
Talkin that smack then reach in tha stash
Dumpin them slugs then mash on tha gas




All I do is smoke on bud
Break the Swisher down nigga fill it up wit drugs
Ridin through yo neighborhood wit my cuz
Lookin 4 us a freaky little slut
Found us a slut so we pick tha bitch up
Smokin on dat 'dro nigga pourin in her cup
Dis bitch right here know she gotta fuck
Fuck me mane and she suckin on my cuz
Fill her up wit X mane we don't give a fuck
Get this little freaky bitch for some drugs
Do her ass in mane smokin on dat 'dro
Breakin down tha weed mane smokin up some mo'
Broke out tha powder on this freaky hoe
Let me see how far will this hoe go
Stick dick down all in her bootyhole
Mane this a freaky ass fuckin hoe




This is a weed session
you need to take out tha seeds yes sir
Tha kinda dope that we like to smoke
Tha red hairs get ya high you choke
We gon break down in bags sack up
We chain smokers takin drags no slack up
Then take shots of dat liquor intox-o
Cated mane hand on trigga let it blow
I go insane if'n I don't get 'dro
Dog I ain't payin for no bab a hell no
I'm low on ends so I turn into leech
I might go smoke all yo shit then hit streets
You look around and you could be victim
Hey you got five on a bag done tricked him
He thinkin Project was cool you damn fool
Mane I got Memphis in my blood I cross too

I don't wanna go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go t county jail no more more more


Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas wanna take me suckas wanna break me
Yeah I know yeah I know
Here they come tha policia servin me a warrant
Blastin off my piece-ia that's how I responded
Eyes red off this refia stangin like a hornet
Hood slang what I speak to ya thugs get up on it
Hoppin out like a frog ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit
Pointed toes dodgin laws let me feel it can I hit it
Freak ones wit tha curly tongues sturdy givin puns
Early birds came to put the worm right down they lungs
Gimme some little incident when them blues'll flash
Jump and grab on the atf then I mash tha gas
They just love mane to pull me ova cause I'm ghetto star
Any weapons any drugs sir searchin in my car




Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and yall don't make a sound
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin but cheese mane
Nitty gritty what I get to wit my thang thang
When you try to come around-a don't try to down tha
I represent tha dirty M to tha town-a
Po-pos they be watchin chickens are flockin
I'm game for some brain we call Doc and lockin
Tha green is inhaled-a drunk like a sailor
Did you see tha whale-a mane on her tail-a
Tha jail I was locked up hell what I went through
Went just like a chef cause I kept a Ginsu
Project doin time now that's just a no no
I don't wanna go to jail no a mo' mo'




Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't stizop to hell wit suckas dissin me
A burnt up blizock will send you penitentiary
Get caught by tha narcs for slammin on tha con-a-crete
Charge partna talk for straight killin on tha street
You need to wa-watch tha company you keepin wit
Tha tones p--p-pop tha bullets goin for a snitch
A North Memphis veteran I ain't scared of nann
Keep my hand on tha metal friend and that's off tha wam
Understand where I'm comin from playas flexin
Crown Vics, trucks, Chevy, Max, and them Lexins
You can keep it on tha lowsky or get you some time
All these hatas gettin nosey you stay on tha grind
Like Aaliyah robadowsky knockin suckas out
Ain't no goin back to pokey what I'm talkin bout

Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my nigg
It's on, fool


North, raise your thumbs up nigga


North, north in this thang
And you know we running thangs
Everybody raise your thumbs
Everybody show your gangs
March in a circle man
Muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J them niggas
With them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lightest dope
Yeah we has the freakest hoes
Then we ride to Evergreen
On the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop this
I think they ought to stop it
I'm talking in that ghetto English
Saying fucking bastards
Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club
High as hell, because we full of drugs
What gang you claim, the way they wear them hats
Don't get too close, be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map
We keep out cheese in flaps
And if you see me in the hood
You better give me dap
I'm known as a veteran
My picture should be stamped
From Smoky City to Hollywood, they wild over there, yeah




If you ain't from my hood
You can get the hell from 'round here
Cause me gon' smoke hydro
And we gon' drank beer
It ain't no mu'fuckin secret
Cause we some thugs
It ain't hard for you to peep it
We sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong
Smith and Wess-on
These automatics have ya ass singing a different song
A mega blast from these rocks get the track jumpin
A North Memphis nigga sell dope or taking something
Your car bumpin', riding clean and you seeming bold
And now you wonder why we kicking in your back door
This ain't no suburb, my nigg this the ghetto
And you gon' come through flossin like a pretty ho
A no no, for you off turn-em-on niggas
Show some love or you will meet then chrome triggers
We smoking buds, sippin sizerp and poppin pills
Gimme some work, come on through
We got the best deals




I done lived in the North, 'round the way
I done planted playa seeds in the motherfucking bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wanna hate
I done seen niggas make it
I done seen niggas break
Brothers on the same block till his hair turn gray
Stilll all about a hustle, punch a clock, no way
The police hit the block, swallow rocks, throw the hay
Back in the same spot, the next fuckin' day
Project Pat, what's up


Jimmy, Jimmy coco puff
You know how we roll
Niggas is gone get shot up
Trippin with this North
Ride up beside ya, dawg
Pullin up them Yorks
Squeeze on them triggers
Empty clips and reload
If'n you got beef, my nigga
You better bring it
The hood buck is here
The police couldn't tame it
Inhalin' potent trees
Something you can't hang with
Hydro wit' red hairs
Something I can slang wit'

Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't bout to change
I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
I ain't bout that fame I'm bout the cheese, that this bout to bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting allover with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come thru I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock,
Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
You wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spot
Hope that you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not its everlasting, ain't bout to stop


We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in


Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination bitch
I see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading bitch
And I helped you out and I put your name across the nation bitch
And I got the champ It's all the jealously up in you bitch
Now how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealth
I created and sculpted, molded and made myself
I'm furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hell
If you want it, come get it you better brace yourself
My provocative rocket wetting hoes on sight
Interactive disaster crucial a pond your flight
Better watch I will ride especially at night
I got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read Wyte
So before you come tricking you better think about life
You only got one you see and you better live it right
Ride or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twice
Think you gone come out of here, come on bitch roll your dice


We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in


I'm bout to crash, the clubs break da law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season aint no reason aint no need to stop
I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain
None stop pop from the top of the clip in glock I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that gram of coke and now I'm puffin a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floor
I must confess I aint about shit
But if you think to cross me bitch
You'll end up stankey, walk the plankey, and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
With these issues that I'm facing daily, I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the hater filled with toxic 'in
Walk right thru the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss' in
Causing problem dodge' in bullets soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage making havoc reaction fuck'in with me
Chair to your bizack go thru my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brain


We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in

Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past

I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand
Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress
Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect
And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe



When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho
I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
like some bitches when I step up in this thang
All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes
You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles
Now you running while I'm gunning
Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report




Now fuck this goddamn talking
Make you bitches bring the pain
Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat
Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch
Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
Superman stick your chest out
And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead