[Hook: Gangsta Blac sample]
Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane I'm about the south
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
The Indo's creating illusions
The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion
I picture teflon in slow motion
It's piercing through flesh and continues to cruising
Wait - think straight, don't haste, paste penetrate
Face ace sake place base, damn I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of the 6, double S'six?
Demonically elegant elements
A manic depressive agressiveness, stress me b**h
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit
Tric-kory, hic-kory, dickory dock, I smoke top notch bud crop
Drop the D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
Because that green power flower got much love
I tell you don't f** with the Triple 6 mane
Cause you know that we on them d**
Damn I'm going off with this blunt outer space rock
Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth
[Hook: Gangsta Blac sample]
Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane I'm about the south
[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
Now I'm sittin' at the crib with a blunt up in my f**in' hand
Dreamin' of another funk, thinkin' of a master plan
Take the (?) off in my hand, squeeze it quickly as Fly can
Crazy as the Gangsta B. all Fly see is blood, man
Now I'm forced to sweat the track
Because I'm down to make some ends
But Fly prefer the easy route by makin' bustas check it in
Give me some, give me some, hand it here you selfish pig
If your a** wasn't so greedy then you still would breath (?)
Fly is headin' to the home, finished up my serve-on
Cause Lil Fly just made a stang, I take you to your stash John
Creepin' through the f**in' dark, rollin' deep with South Park
Funked out, loced out, you know a Playa won't be barred
When I'm 'bout my haul kin I'm evil as Fly (?) grin
(?) down to make some ends, b**hes gotta check it in
And for you jealous punk a** b**h all up on the Ibn nuts
f** them folks, f** yo folks
Cause Lil Fly just don't give a f**
[Playa Fly talking]
Yeah South Park in this b**h
Lil Fly and Gangsta B. in the house for the '94, '95 hoe
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Who's that busting up in my door
Was way too slow, I hit the floor
They shot up all my n***as in the kitchen flippin' Dominos
Blood all on my leg, I wiped that sh** up to my f**ing head
Caught them trizzicks slipping, buck them busta b**hes dead
Peace out to my n***as Tim and k**a, they're my roadies
My momma said there be days like this
But my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead, twisting on my dreads
I'm scared, a n***a dead, it's in my f**in' head
Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck you b**hes down
Read up on my deeds nig, cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clicking with that quickness
Like a sickness from the Triple 6
Drop you within a splendour
Cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer b**h
Really I could care less 'bout a n***a tryin' to flex against
The mothaf**in' Tech, you get some *shots* up in your neck
And when see you the Koopsta Knicca, it's a f**ing redruM
Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb
[Outro: Koopsta Knicca talking]
Yeah it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherf**er
I like to send this sh** out to my motherf**in' n***as
I'm kickin' with over in that North Memphis, South Memphis
And to all my motherf**in' I kick it with
And North Side, the real motherf**ers