First 48

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Spanish Fly & DJ Paul] Tennessee, oh word-ahh Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down M motherfuckin', motherfuckin' town, bitch The originaters up in this bitch We got DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat, Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG Three 6 Mafia, what's up to Sunny D, DJ B.K The whole M-Town, nigga it's goin' down, 901 up in this ho, nigga Quit playin' with yo' motherfuckin' self, bitch [Chorus: DJ Paul] I'ma dedicate this to the real All these hatin'ass niggas gettin' killed Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48 Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48 I'ma dedicate this to the real All these hatin'-ass niggas gettin' killed Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48 Fuck a fake, put 'em on the first 48 [Verse 1: Project Pat] Crack kill apple jack, but I made a stack Screamin' "Death to a rat" Hear the clickin' with the clack Fourty balls bustin' at your mom, nigga, will I stomp Rip the whole magazine 'til the body drop On the scene just like pitbulls, 'til that nigga a mess Anyone who is near you a bad predict; gon' miss From the hood, nigga, who cares? You can die too 'Round here, with that flossin', ho, I'ma try you [Verse 2: Al Kapone] Trick, I ride for my city, I die for my city Throw your M's up high if you niggas ride with me For all my South Memphis, North Memphis Westwood, Orange Mound, Blackhave-to-the-bay It's all about the M-town Yeah, I know you never thought that we would come together, ho It's a new day, now we on another level, ho Al Kapone, Al Kapeez, last of a dyin' breed This is for my pioneers, truth the Memphis, Tennesse [Verse 3: DJ Spanish Fly] DJ Spanish Fly man never ever givin' up Still doin' that same flow that make you wanna get real buck Get real buck and break your back, like you havin' a heart attack Jookin' in the club and you know you not get no stacks Now, sweat it out, let it out, them Devils they can't stop you You be on the grind but them haters be like broke fools Memphis, Ten, baby, and we known for that buck fire The whole wide world, you better get some and get on down [Verse 4: 8Ball] M-gang, nigga that's Memphis Tennesse Game; Pimpin' real big, 8Ball, MJG, the blame Hip-hop boom slang, this ain't for the lame Spmethin' like Rock 'n' Roll-pimpin', let your nuts hang Gangsta Walk, Memphis walk, nigga, that's the same thang Take it from your OG, Orange Mound veteran in the game We got the power to run thangs and make change For all the green change, life, we can rearrange [Verse 5: MJG] I gotta get up, rep the home-city, do a sit up Drop down, do push-ups 'til you spit up Memphis Ten. this is a brand new awakenin' Everything is precisely planned ain't no mistakenin' We done tried to stop, nah, ain't no way I'm givin' in Duck, loud, buck, luxury is what we livin' in MJG, pump gas to ya eyes card I'ma grown man, ain't nothin' soft, I die hard [Verse 6: Juicy J] I meet this lil' fr-freak from the stre-street A sexy fine white girl that i ke-ke-keep She had me up all-ervy night ATM credit she-she swiped She dressed in plastic I gotta ha-have it She say sprung a neighborhood addict Ain't no rehab that can stop me She looked like expresso coffee But when she's in yo' system she'll keep you crunk And make you buck like walk off in the back with guns out Make 'em give it up She keep your heart rate beat fast In bathrooms I make her holler Every time you see her she be with me, folded in my dollar [Verse 7: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah the king of the motherfuckin' M-Town See, I wreck you haters like I wreck these cars Then I-then I trade it in like I trade these broads Walk up-walk up out the square, but no, I'm not a fuckin' star Lookin-lookin' like my four, still shinin' like a star See, sucker, I'm a vet not a veterinarian Get rid of your flesh like if I was a vegetarian Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, feed 'em bullets, let the ball bat carry 'em 'Til their-'til their fuckin' family wet up, then I'm gon' bury 'em I told them I was the king, but they didn't wanna believe me 'Til them bullets hit 'em and they started to be-leedin' Boy, you don't listen, ain't even a guesser Once you started leakin' up, your shirt that's a guesser You realized that I wasn't playin' with your plan You realized that you have the wrong fuckin' man You finally figured out your on the wrong fuckin' land Raise the nine to the whole town, wanted, we ain't playin' We ain't palyin' [Outro: Boogaloo & DJ Paul] Yeah, ho, you know what motherfuckin' time it is Deadly steel (Deadly steel) Oh, yeah, it be that Boogaloo in this motherucker (Motherfucker) Memphis Ten, nigga, don't creep We put you motherfuckin' hoes to sleep