Killaz From South Parkway

DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac - Rap, Trap
Killaz From South Parkway
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[Intro: Lord Infamous] Kill-Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific Niggas you best to be watchin' your back 'cause we fuck up the competition Kill-Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific South Memphis pro, South-South Memphis pro Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] S is for shootin' bitches, who constantly talkin' shit 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 pussy-ho, that we get so easily A is Alaska-bound, all aboard on the plane R 'reckin' shit, 'cause you know I'm insane K is for killin' bitches, who constantly actin' hard 'Cause you shouldn't have fuck with me, 'cause I'm down with South Park [Bridge: Lord Infamous] South Parkway is keepin' you slaw niggas beatin', you know that shit's no secret A lotta punk niggas brought they ass through, and got fried [Verse 2: Gangsta Blac] Now every day when I grew up it was the same, ho Niggas use to jack me, now I'm big, I got 'em mad, ho Swangin' on the track so deep I feel packed up I'm high from them packs and them sacks, I don't give a fuck 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 niggas welcomed in my hood Group of real niggas strapped with gats up to no good High as a mink coat, feelin' like a Lexus Coupe You don't fuck with me and I promise I won't fuck with you But if you crossin' through South Park, nigga, you must die Now you got two choices: Die, or fuckin' stay alive Now South Park's in the house for the nine-trey Niggas let me hear you if you from South Parkway [Bridge: Nigga-9] Gang–Gangsta Blac'll whoop that bitch You thicker than this shit, 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 bitches I know you hate it Gangsta is in the house, our Hell is just breakin' loose I'm high from the sacks of bud, I'm thrilled from the gin and juice Niggas with big tones, you better push out jones I jack you a couple times and fuck with your freaky bones The figure that that I've been traitin', the image that you [?] A lyrical mastermind, meanin', I gotta rhyme I give up some dab to my nigga I swang with South Park, nigga, and the shit is so fuckin' thick South Memphis is in the house, in the house for the nine-trey, that's what's niggas 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 fuckin' 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 shit's gettin' left on the scene, only suit is a body cask' That's all you can wear, when you fuckin' with Gangsta Blac [Interlude: Gangsta Blac] You know what I'm sayin', to you motherfuckers You motherfuckers out there, who thought this shit was over My nigga this ain't for nothin', yo, this shit don't stop, you know what I'm sayin'? For you motherfuckers, who thought this shit was at the end To this bitch and that punk ho, motherfucker 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 shit The shit 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 parkin' lot Now you got some niggas do a real from the ol' block Couple of dope niggas shakin' their dices, servin' hubba I count one to the back, grabbin' a dick, whatever I callin' up my nigga, bring that thing 'cause I got trouble, dude Meetin' with the M11, nigga, I'ma get real rude for you bitches [Outro: Gangsta Blac] Who thought this shit fine, this shit is thick ass hell, pimp Gangsta Blac is in this motherfucker My Nigga [?] is in this motherfucker Lil Tony in this motherfucker My nigga Scarecrow—
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- Gangsta Blac
- DJ Paul