North Memphis Like Me (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J] North Memphis (Mafia!) You ain't gon' believe this shit North Memphis (Mafia!) You ain't gon' believe this shit North Memphis (Mafia, mafia, mafia!) Get ready! It's goin' down (Nigga, ain't gon' believe this shit) North Memphis (Mafia!) North Memphis (Mafia!), North Memphis (Mafia, mafia, mafia!) Real north Memphis, nigga, in the house (Real north Memphis, nigga, in the house nigga) But check this out North Memphis (Mafia!) So, uh, I had to go to the hood, mane North Memphis (Mafia!) Take it back to the hood, you know (To the hood) ya dig North Memphis (Mafia, mafia, mafia!) I went to the short end of hyde park, mane (Hyde park) North Memphis (Mafia!), North Memphis (Mafia!), North Memphis (Mafia, mafia, mafia!) You know what I'm sayin', met my nigga V Slash goin' down (V Slash, goin' down) Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up) [Chorus: Juicy J] You ain't hood, you ain't gangsta You ain't tough, you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't ballin', you ain't swaggin' You ain't bangin', you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't hood, you ain't gangsta You ain't tough, you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't ballin', you ain't swaggin' You ain't bangin', you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me [Verse 1: Juicy J] We got them goons on deck, them choppas on deck Don't violate these mafia niggas with them ho-threats We deep off in the club, you know we smell like weed You know we're dealing cash, you know we're selling D You see us drankin' Goose, you see us gettin' loose You know we ain't no cowards, you know that we'll shoot We see you looking scared, we feel you 'bout to leave You reaching in your pockets, you rambling for your keys Somebody saw a strap, this bitch started to holla I mugged her in her face, I hit you with a bottle Now here come your goons, all you hear is boom When the smoke clears, nothing but bodies in the room [Chorus: Juicy J] You ain't hood, you ain't gangsta You ain't tough, you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't ballin', you ain't swaggin' You ain't bangin', you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't hood, you ain't gangsta You ain't tough, you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't ballin', you ain't swaggin' You ain't bangin', you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me [Verse 2: V Slash] You ain't tough, you ain't street, how the fuck your ass hood? I'm gangsta, you ain't, let's get that understood I was raised in the projects and these niggas know that Seven-Fo' tatted cross my chest till they blow You ain't Nor-or-or-orth-orth Memphis like me You ain't from the short end of Hyde Park like me You ain't keep it real with your niggas, dawg, quit flaugin' 'Cause nigga if you do, they will be out here starvin' You don't fuck with Juicy 'n' Paul and Pat like me You ain't one to whoop that-cook that crack, nigga, like me You ain't toss your main bitch with your clique—you a ho Plus a character, an amateur now put that on the wall [Chorus: Juicy J] You ain't hood, you ain't gangsta You ain't tough, you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't ballin', you ain't swaggin' You ain't bangin', you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't hood, you ain't gangsta You ain't tough, you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me You ain't ballin', you ain't swaggin' You ain't bangin', you ain't street You ain't North, North, North, North Memphis like me [Break: Juicy J] North Memphis (Mafia!) North Memphis (Mafia!) [Verse 3: Project Pat] Crackin' niggas' jaws, runnin' hoes into walls Niggas' yelling "North, North", all you screamin' "North, North" The first to throw a blow, always strapped with pistol I'll murk one of you bastards, don't get on that list, ho' You turned stay witness, witness how my wrist glow I Escalade on twenty-fo's, shows, I gets dough They thought that was rosé, but that's really cristal Don't get shot off your face for runnin' your lips, ho' Fake niggas, Hyde Park, keep them pistol grips row You gang-bangin' hustlers just like Bloods and Crips, though But this ain't killa Cali, but a killing's understood If you ain't from North Memphis, then you ain't from my hood