[Intro: Playa Blac]
Aww shit, hold up, you know what I'm saying
This Playa Blac in this bitch with the Project Click, know what I'm saying
Before we get up out this bitch, we finna introduce ourselves to you hoes, and tell you hoes a lil' something about ourselves
You know what I'm sayin'
Let me be the first to tell y'all hoes a lil' something about me
[Verse 1: Playa Blac]
I'm a soldier on that doshia, with them blizzunts in my brain
Always keep that Glizzock cizzocked, just in case I shoot them thangs
Bar no sucker or no lizzame, Playa Blac don't fear no trick
Early morning on my track, I pack the gat, and fist full of bricks
Lockin' tightly on that Tony, that is only how I feel
Blowin' blunder, and you wonder, why lil' player kill at will
Just to keep these friendly hoes off their fuckin' tippy toes
Tryin' to dig, and tryin' to bеat, mane, best beliеve these bitches froze
Playa Blac, I'm 'bout my hog, standin' tall and makin' stangs
Late at late night on that P-pack, plus that funky Mary Jane
Sort of crazy how I feel, I'm that mane that's on the real
Down my dollars, don't you holler, if you bitches ain't a trip
Hoe-ass boys, they watch they back, I show no love for none attack
Pimp and player, who's the mack? Yes, you bitches, Playa Blac
[Verse 2: Lil Dee]
North Memphis where I dwell
Leave you hoes to burn in hell
Hyde Park is where I be
Comin' straight from Project C
Project C don't bar no hoe
Runnin' and gunnin' that .380
Leavin' these bitches dead, and bro
Strapped with that .44
It's Lil' Mac that full of pack
Drizzunk of a pint of 'Yak
Playa Blac, rat-tat-tat
If you niggas wanna test
These killers full of thriller
Stayin' all about the paper scrilla
All them haters I must drop
AMT gon' pull yo' card
Why do niggas think they wild?
Little Dee be full of Crown
Tuckin' niggas big boy down
When I'm buckin' with a crown
S-L-V they gonna clown
[Verse 3: Mista U]
Oh no, it's Lil' U, got some ana' with this fool
Test my pimpin', and I miss you, even though you test my crew
M.H.V., O.N.E., cliqued up with them [?]
On the streets, runnin' shit, that's the way we do it, see
Pushin' dope, chokin' smoke with my nigga Little Ghost
Everything was going fine, 'til they put me to this crime
What I do? Nothing deep, but I was at the murder scene
With my nigga Little T, 'cause he's always down with me
M.H.V. where we from, 'cause I fear no fuckin' punk
If you wanna test me, boy, then we might as well thump
Get the gat, watch yo' back, kill 'em, gonna do a jack
Drive-by, homicide, player U is still alive
What I did? What I've done? But I'm not up on that funk
Big boy blunts what I smoke, it's Lil' T-Y love to show
.380 what we need, let's go kick them psycho [?]
Hit your body really bad, have them hizzoes in a ditch
[Verse 4: Lil' Reefer]
The bitch that's showin' no [?] to niggas that wanna get fucked up
And I might shoot, why? We makin' 'em hype, and if I get caught, I get locked up
[?] I'm making my money from personal junkies, that keep me rich
Bitches, they flauge, haters are [?] I'm dropping their bodies up in a ditch
A scandalous man, I'm takin' their plans, I roll up and boom, then take a note
Label me number one killer of niggas, don't think that you never to test this smoke
You niggas can run, you niggas can hide, but dodging my anger you cannot be
I best to confront them, I sleep with my gun to burn out the evil shit within me
[Verse 5: Playa Ed]
S.E.P. is on that dope, one on one is in my nose
Mitchell Heights don't bar no hoe, so S.E.P. they snort the blow
Now I need some fuckin' P, P is on my fuckin' mind
In the wind then I would be, so now you know I wine and dine
S.L.P. you in this hoe, strapped with TECs, a pound of blow
When a nigga try to trip, then I let that Glizznock rip
S.E.P. and Skimask Troopaz boomin' out the darkness
With the skimask and a .4-5 Glock, we disregarding all you fools