Crank Dis Bitch Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Snowbone] Yeah, this Snowbone in the house, y'all Straight outta South Memphis, bitch Comin' off of Percy Street, full of that motherfuckin' thang, what you think? Me and Gangsta Blac in the house, with Triple Six, bitch On you motherfuckin' funky-ass hoes Makin' easy money, pimpin hoes in style South Memphis, ho, is on the motherfuckin' map, ho You motherfuckin' bitches And watch out for this motherfuckin' clique-shit, bitch, 'cause it's too thick 'Cause we 'bout to motherfuckin' dump you, bitch [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] My folks they brought me up They kept my head up, on my fuckin' shoulder Kept me from you half of buster suckers I'm the one who told you Stayed up out my education, school was likе a chore to me Done my twеlve years, got my papers, now I'm vampin', G Time to let the South take me under, how do you wonder? Nigga like me, was on the Jackal Street Been creepin', hittin' your heart, like the sounds of thunder O.G. to the bone, pimps and players roam my area Packed up thick as hell, but I'll be damned, if we be scared of you G is gangsta A is all the time, never slip and ride N is nine-Glock, got it cocked, one more homicide G is gotta get you, gotta do it, you done pinched a nerve S is scrapin' silly suckers smoothly off the bloody curb T is testin' pimpin' in the streets or in my studio Down with Prophet Ent. and S.P.V. but you don't hear me, though A is AK shells flyin' fast where they comin' from B is busters bowin', 'cause they know the worst is yet to come [Chorus: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac] (Crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit (Cran-crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit Gangsta Blac is in the house (Crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit (Cran-crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit 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 Fuckin' with you lemons, I done drop my dope up on the curb Reachin' for my shit, 5-0 came, now it's time to break See, I'm young and dumb, full to come, fuck a dope case Runnin' through the cuts, I see the folks, but now, I'm even 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 fuck, 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 damn, 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 dopecase, no case, mainly, I'm fucked up G-A-N-G-S-T-A, Parkway, crank some shit up [Chorus: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac] (Cran-crank this-crank this bitch up) South-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit (Cran-crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit Gangsta Blac is in the house (Crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit Gangsta Blac is— (Crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit Gangsta Blac is in the house [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Just another day up at the tire shop, chiefin' hay, fucked up Waitin' for twelve o'clock to come, hit the club, gettin' buck Hoes, you got me fucked up with that prankin' shit Bitch, you got it wrong so you the first to get your wig split No, I'm not no gangsta, just a name, they chose to give me Gangsta Blac, a nigga from South Memphis, so it's in me Mane, 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 fuckin' itch, for a bitch, who try to daze, amaze The hole in this trick, from my twelve gauge, no remorse is Showin' when we deep we don't know how to act Piss off my clique, but I'll be damned, if we don't strike your back Creepin' to the back, lookin' clean, so roast a bitch Tricks on the scheme, scotchin' mean, I got you bitch Busters best to bend and bow, and smell the fragrance of my nuts Nowhere to run and hide, no ifs, no ands, or buts [Chorus: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac] (Crank-crank-crank-crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit (Crank-crank-crank-crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit Gangsta Blac is in the house (Crank this bitch up) South of-South of Memphis— South of Memphis, takin' over this shit (Crank-crank-crank-crank this bitch up) Gangsta Blac is in the house (Crank this bitch up) South-South of Memphis