Victim Of This Shit (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Man, Gangsta Blac & Lil' E] (K-Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific) Damn, gang, man, you bumped that Killer From South Park (Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific) Oh, I'm tellin' you, mane Ayy, hold up, hold up, cut that shit down, mane (Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific) Ain't that that Lil' E nigga, mane? What's up, dog? Blow one Ayy, what's up, pimp? That motherfuckin' song you made Gangsta nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? The club fried, mane, you know what I'm sayin'? Talkin' 'bout nigga got anna with you, man Nah, dog, that was just a little song I'm tellin' you, mane, get that boy, mane, get that bitch, man *gunshots* [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] First I grab your neck, and choke you out I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit The shit that we be doin' That shit that we be doin'— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be doin'— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be doin'— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be doin'— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Now I got my nigga Ibn he's on the fuckin' side of me, another nigga scarred, comin' hard from the S.P.V See you got me fucked up if you think that Gangsta's fuckin' soft Now come into South Park and I'll be damned, if I don't break you off Give me one, give me one, yeah, smoke some fuckin' hay Who got head, fuck that shit, let's go and get a Tanqueray Ridin' through the park laid back, so civilized But inside that funk can hypnotize Have you feelin' woozy, grab that Uzi, load a full clip Ibn with the automatic, Fly let's go and kill that bitch Gotta have somethin' real quick, when I get that ho Let me call Slick, I know he's game to ride that 5.0 Ho, I'm 'bout to kill me a motherfucker, any kind of motherfucker Boom, boom, now let me see if I done killed that sucker Yeah, he's gone, met the chrome Buck him, 'til I saw some foam, comin' out his fuckin' mouth Always tryin' to claim the South (*gunshot*) [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] First I grab your neck, and choke you ou I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you ou I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you ou I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— [Verse 2: Playa Fly] Yeah, they done fucked up, 'cause a player's on the scene Grew up on a boomin' track, now I kick it on Orleans Night and day, Gabay, just around the fuckin' way Where players always stand they ground Stayin' funky, chiefin' hay If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down Psycho Pain and Gangsta Wheez Bring them tones and plenty P Before we hit the parkin' lot, South Park is gotta get so deep Nardo with the Glock, Slicky Ricky and the Tony T These Playas, mane, you can not stop I'm standin' with the mastermind Of the fuckin' lyrics, Paul's beat and the Devil's lines See I dwell in S.P.V., with my folks, that's every night No, it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life I-B-N in the wind, 'cause I have no fuckin' pity Chronic City, Funky Town, Funky Town, Chronic City Lil' Fly is in this motherfucker, treatin' you busters like a bitch Pow, pow, pow, now you's a victim of this Park shit [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] First I grab your neck, and choke you out I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— First I grab your neck, and choke you out I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit That shit that we be— [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Niggas down to make some ends, niggas you ain't makin' fuck Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack you for your fuckin' truck Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip Peewee with the thirty-eight, snub on his fuckin' hip Ho, you get me fucked up, 'cause you know I likes to pack a Gat Killers from South Parkway, now how you gonna fuckin' act? Loop with the .40, he ain't short, and he'll shoot the bitch Russel got his back, I know he do, he's on that funky shit Man, got a plan that he made, to get that ho Peep that bitch, kill that bitch, we got dog on the floor Nardo with the Glock and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot ya, bitch Dre on his way, he got my back with a full clip Keke, Little Sun, Little Tiger and Mario, down for a 187 on a fuckin' ho E, you get me fucked up, don't you ever try to test my nuts Big Rod with the Glock, 'bout to pop you in your fuckin' guts Grab you by your face and try to squeeze it 'til it's turnin' red Ho, I'm not gon' let you loose until I know your ass is dead Stick you to the fuckin' ground, make you make that ugly sound Kick you in your fuckin' dick, ain't no fuckin' witnesses Lock you in the fuckin' trunk, while I hit the fuckin' funk Now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man Comin' out your fuckin' skull, ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love Ho, you can just suck my dick 'cause you's a victim of this shit [Verse 4: Playa Fly] Lil' Fly comin' out hard for the '94 Time to let these busters knowm, let these hoes know the score South Park's in the house from the '93 Now we're gettin' deeper, and we're takin' what we wanna, G Gotta peep my nigga Slick, get a pack of funky shit Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we gettin' full of it Hangin' on the boomin' track, better known as Night-N-Day Liquor store right next door, let's go get a Tanqueray Funky Town's in my brain, got the Tanq' in my guts Payne burn a nigga out, now I gotta bust some nuts Or bust some fuckin' caps, and take some busters off the map Got no feelin' in your face from my mighty Glock slap Damn, he made me break my tone, but then Gangsta came along That bastard made me break my shit, Gangsta, let me shoot that bitch Takin' turns, peelin' caps, fill that buster fulla lead Paramedics came, but they can't help him at the med A day or two later the words gettin' back to your folks Now they rushin' to the med, lookin' for the death reports Got you still stuck and fucked They read the cause of the death of Lil' E Too much lead to the head from little Fly and Gangsta B [Outro: Playa Fly & Gangsta Blac] Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker To that buster all up on my nigga dizzick Yeah, boy, you keep on talkin' that shit, you gon' be a victim of a 211 And I ain't scared to turn it to no 187, biatch Yeah, this Gangsta Blac in this motherfucker, know what I'm sayin' This old trick-ass nigga come to talk shit Nigga, we ain't straight If we was straight, nigga, we would've been straight when you was talkin' 'bout we wasn't straight, biatch Know what I'm sayin'