[Verse 1: MC Money]
Bitch, I'm a real ass nigga, so you busters better make way
A trick gettin' served from a nigga like me, day by day
See, money is on my mind, and you know I gotta make a stain
So give me all your cheese, your jewelry, and your dope, mane
You think I'm out for fun and games, and everything's a joke
But, bitch, you ain't gon' smile when you see my shit up your throat
You made the wrong move when you're dealin' with a psycho
'Cause once you fuck with me, I kill your mommy and your daddy, ho
I'm quick to lose my temper, one of you bitches talkin' noise
As soon as I kill one, I can take out all you bustеr boys
These bullets that I sеnd is gonna make you niggas scatter
'Cause once you hear a click, the rest goes rata-tata-tata
I killed you with the quickness 'cause I thought you had some static
Ready to click on a bitch, with my loaded automatic
You talk your ass off, like there's somethin' you wanna do
Jealous ass bitch, that's why a nigga wanna kill you
Back up off me with that, boy, you'll end up in my dust
'Cause, bitch, I'm MC Money, and you know I'm fuckin' dangerous
Nigga, you think I'm scared, but this Glock ain't really scared of you
Don't step up in my face, bitch, 'cause Frayser is my area
[Chorus: Gangsta Gold & Lil Bay]
Ridin' around in Frayser, smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
Ridin' ar–, Ridin' around in Frayser, smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
Straight, straight outta Frayser
Young conin' ass nigga, ready to pull the motherfuckin' TEC trigger
[Verse 2: Gangsta Gold]
Buck, buck a nigga like you down
I don't give a fuck about a nigga, 'cause I'm a trick killer
I'm gunnin' for your head, better watch your step
I'm known to blow your ass off, bitch, bet you I can hold my rep
Niggas, they can bite my dust, 'cause I'm fuckin' dangerous
Please don't let me catch you slippin', 'cause I'll quickly kill your pimpin'
Send you straight to Hell, where we're gods, I'm a psycho
You aimin' at me, I'm aimin' at you, but you gon' die, ho
As I pull out the Glock, and leave you lyin' in the street
Your parents, they can't take a look, 'cause they don't hear no heart beatin'
If you got ana', see, I'm straight out of Frayser
Call up my niggas in the Click, and they gon' blaze ya'
'Cause your ass dickin' and duckin', and jumpin' and hidin' from the situation
I had to prove my point, and left you dead to your destination
Yes, I be in North Memphis, ridin' around in Smokey City
For that nigga on the corner, bitch, I got no pity
I smoke a nigga like a junt, and put him in a pine box
Death Double G on the top, I leave 'em dead on the scene for the cops
For you, boy, I got my infrared, ready to bury ya'
You better watch your step, ho, 'cause Frayser is my area
[Chorus: Gangsta Gold & Lil Bay]
Ridin' around in Frayser, smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
Ridin', ridin' around in Frayser, smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
Straight, straight outta Frayser
Young conin' ass nigga, ready to pull the motherfuckin' TEC trigger
[Verse 3: Gangsta Gold & MC Money]
Within the blink of an eye, I pull the tone
No sweat's drippin' from my head, as I cap you in your dome
You sayin' I'm a bitch, and I can't hold my end
Money funny, just clocked out a ho and slapped your ass in the wind
The power of a bullet which I send straight to you
Activated through the Glock, leavin' your body split in two
They don't know me, mane, 'cause I kill a sissy punk
You better watch your step before you fall up in a trunk
Some niggas, they be scared, but they don't want to admit
Try to be so hard, end up gettin' their wig split
Don't get caught slippin', 'cause your life I will hold
On the stalk, with my yalk, and my nigga Gangsta Gold
Nigga you think I'm scared, but this Glock ain't really scared of ya
Don't step up in my face, bitch, 'cause Frayser is my area
[Chorus: Gangsta Gold]
Ridin' around in Frayser, smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
Ridin', ridin' around in Frayser, smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
Ridin', ridin' around in Frayser—
Ridin', ridin' around in Frayser—
Ridin', ridin' around in Frayser smokin' a quarter ounce of bud
