[Intro: Lil Jon & DJ Drama]

Gangsta Grizzillz

Good evening, live from The Pimpin Center

We have four young prospects

Coming into the major leagues

I don't think it's gonna be another four coming from a city like this

First we have Big Kuntry King, he's a real live player

Mac Boneys, gritty, strong player

C-Rod's gonna be a interesting prospect

And A.K. The Razor Man, now let's get to the game, gentlemen (Gangsta Grizzillz)

[Verse 1: Mac Boney]

I was raised in the Dirty South, ain't nobody hot as me

Comin' in a major league, look out for the PSC

I'm actor, act tough, Imma put the gat to ya

Catch you slippin' in DeVille, Imma put the back to ya

I ain't just gon' laugh to ya, Imma put this MAC to ya

Better than the speadin' bullet, bastard of the ghetto Chile

Catch me in your project chillin', posted up behind your building

Posted up 'till they say I'm stealin', most of us just back here dealing

Crackin' all, we gon' stack it all, we might hit the club and straight jackin' all

To a waterball, we want it all, hit the mall, pockets call

In the project hall slangin dice, on the Porsche, flashin' nights

In the parking lot, flashin' lights, cause we'll can help you gon' fight tonight

We gon' drink tonight, gon' thank tonight, it's a busy night, and I'm feelin' right

I'm ridin' right, my pocket's tight, we get a shot of Quay, and the Hen' all night

Are you hear this shit with 'em spend all twice, better fuck with me, boy, it'll save your life

Win a game, Mac Boney, I might, yeah, we in a gang 'cause my team that night

[Chorus: Mac Boney]

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[Verse 2: Big Kuntry King]

Okay, mane, the first round traffic

Nigga from the click that brought you hurricane camping

I got more lusa and one'll keep it sliffin'

I'm cross over life, I resend the keep you living

I made hunnid bra reason why these niggas envy me

Now I'm in the mainstream, ain't no nigga roast me

Cause they rap about it, but I biz about the industry

Crack sellin', pistol poppin', ain't no sequin MVP

Y'all know my game, cocaine bought me everything

SJC a Freddy G, they tell you 'bout it, mane

I was born in a mob, so being on top is my aim

Grand Hustle is the franchise and we runnin' thangs

[Chorus: Mac Boney]

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[Verse 3: AK Tha Razorman]

Now final shot, the bustin' open, left it smolin', windows broken

On that ocean, they figure they can't fuck with me, it wasn't jocking

After us is choppin' all, nigga, bunch of monkeys tried to call me

Put your side and ball is up before Pimp Squad open

Less in a south, ask around, one lil' tested bled for the crown

Laid them casage down, what they u for u where the asking found

Offs and mania, guess what it, beat them streets, crashin' guerills

I hit the straight lit, they asked for a deal, then chopped his magic wheel

[Verse 4: C-Rod]

Ay, I'm the one everybody ask about, what C-Rod do?

Simply, I'm that nigga who can do whatever he want to

Choke this game and show these lames that Pimp Squad is the hottest crew

Throw this chain and all these dames representin' for me to

Third solo artist of the label, no one had of clue

Hoes is that nigga in the back would not fucking two

Coast put me on the spot, now it's time to show and prove

Losing ain't an option, it's the final four, I thought you knew

[Chorus: Mac Boney]

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[Outro: Lil Jon]

Gangsta Grizzillz