[Skit from a movie]
(Like thiiis)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We packin' them Glock nineteens
With the beams when we on the scene
Billion got 'em buckin'
Blowin' clean off that triple beam with BHZ
n***as hope with third world
n***as hope with the triads
The sh** they fools burn is no tellin though
Queens mound in this b**h
Stay down with the click
Never turned the backs on backstabbers
Now it's super thick, too lame, never lame
Always been my f**in' thugs
Ever since the school days
We never had nothin' but love
Smokin' sacks with my real
Givin' packs to my trill
Parmesan to my lung
For the ones that didn't live
Get as high as ya can though
But don't let them d** change ya
Get buck as you can fool
...
Anger n***as gettin' on that white
Things ain't the same no mo'e
Used to k** for ya
Now it's like I gotta k** ya hoe
Triple Six got the sh**
Mane I make you n***as choke
Gangsta B Where you be?
Blow out a cloud of smoke
[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
To my n***as on that white: Funky Town!
To my n***as on that yellow: Funkty Town!
To my n***as on that green: Funky Town!
To my n***as on that loop: Funky Town!
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I wanna send a shout-out to my n***as who be on that dope
Chillin' on a corner, shootin' that dice between the Indo smoke
Squad and big ... and curt
Lil Blue ..., all my n***as from my turf
What's up to my n***as from the groove? I ain't forgot cha fool
Lil Glock and S.O.G, Hurry T and Heavy C
n***a Creep, back in the frayser days on cherry lane
Everybody kicked it like real playas with no type of gangs
Shootin' them thangs, now it's '96, I gotta stay strapped
With my Smith & Wesson, eighteen shots co*ked in my lap
Bulletproof vest on my chest, when it's time to ride
Let's take a trip to the North Memphis gangsta side
You can't hide, neither can you run when a gun blast
Just another playa hater smoked in the aftermath
Bustas think we're all rap, Three 6 Mafia plus a gat
Evils plannin' dead motherf**ers lyin' on they (?)
[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
To my n***as on that blow: Funky Town!
To my n***as on that syrup: Funkty Town!
To my n***as on that ink: Funky Town!
To my n***as on that fruity: Funky Town!
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Choppin' these flaugers
I ... just leave 'em all drippin'
With then my artillery drenched
...
... begging these b**hes ...
They (?) the pleadin', the d**h and the rainin'
There's no one who wishes to take all my profits
Are doomed ... fool
The devil is shieldin' my brain
When me visualize demons surroundin' my room
Cause we rowdy (?) rumble
We full of the thunder, the straight-to-the-dome
Do not disturb my patience
When I'm fillin' myself with the essence of (?)
Lemme burn a (?), durk-a-durk up in the freeze
Triple Six Mafia members of the
Memphis has put down another LP
Scarecrow in heaven (?) mystically
Never get tired of in heaven the smoke out
Satanic south Funky Town
Come down, buck all hoes down
b**hes get strapped with a (?)
My n***as too crunk over that funk
Paul Ma**on got me dead drunk
Now let the Devil Shyt pump
As I awake from the things
I was quittin' from the night before
They want this snare by the trance
I only want to snake some more
The only attire, crank the chevy
Then me race up out South Memphis
Go and visit me and Three Six at the smoking house
[Outro: "Throw yo Sets in da Air" samples]
Chillin' at the hideout, smokin' out, not worried 'bout a thang
Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign
[3x]
Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane
Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane