[Chorus]
D–D–Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn–damn–d–da–damn
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
[Verse 1: II Black]
Blast your Glock, ho, comin' through the backdoor
Flizzy on that fuckin' fry, nigga, you request to die
When you put this player down, then I clown on you, ho
Lil Fly pull your hand grenade, now take this nigga for his dope
Yeah, it's on, I gotta join, twistin', turnin', twilight zone
You can be a victim of this 211, crack your bone
Nothin' but ana, I can't handle, put your ass in check
Take your life and kill you twice and fuck around and break your neck
Slit your motherfuckin' wrist, when a nigga on that fry
Blow your nose, you take control, now tears comin' from your eye
Ignant nigga on the mic, dynamite, I'm too hype
Fill your brain with acid mane, then it's on, ain't that right?
S.P.V. and S.P.L., crazy niggas, can't you tell
Mitchell Heights and National, all these niggas where I dwell
Playa told me to come hard, Playa Posse won't be barred
Shoot that bitch, now dig his ditch, now leave him in his fuckin' yard
Back from the dead, on that blow, straight from Parkway
Damn, what these niggas say, we gon' make it anyway
Bitch
[Verse 2]
Damn, what nigga say, I'm rollin' in my cut, dawg
Ballin', scowlin' down the track, lookin' back, watchin' my back
Sellin' my pack, 'cause you know, I gotta make it in the 9-5
Niggas die, momma cry, bitches lie
Nigga, tell me why these niggas let these bitches ride on they Vogues, buy them clothes? Ngga need to chill out, 'fore I have to put the nine up to your nose, make your beg for your life
Shoot you in your head, nigga, I'm runnin' from the fuckin' feds
Riverside bound, ho, yeen know, to the fuckin' door
S.P.V., R.S.C., creepin' real slow
[Verse 3: V-Dog]
Beamin' and leanin', this holy water got that demon screamin' inside of me
As I tiptoe quietly, through his backyard
Southpark niggas puttin' a stop to this shit
Blew the door off the hinge and ran in that bitch
Screamin' "Where the money at?" And handed 'em a plastic sack
He tried to run, that's when I had to paint the wall with his back
You get's no second chance
Sirens from an ambulance, they finna haul you off
Damage from a sawed-off, fool, don't you ever try to test my crew
'Cause in the motherfuckin' Sout, we don't play by no rules
The S.P.L. up in this, ho, plus the Riverside
It ain't no way, we gonna let you Triple Bitches slide
My nose start to bleed, I'm knowin', that didn't come from no weed
Me and the Lil Fly stayin' high, yes, indeed
You think you tough behind a mic, in the streets you scared to look
You take your last breath, bitch, when your life get took
This shit is thick, in the motherfuckin' South, my brother
If you make it by one of me, dawg, you gotta deal with another
[Chorus]
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
[Verse 4: Slang Payne]
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' go make it anyway
As I cruise, through the hood, conin, but it's all good
Roastin', toastin', all these hoes comin' up real quick
Ridin' through the hood, lookin' real good, jealous bitches can't stand this shit
As I creep on my block, take the nine millimeter stash pot
At your face, drop it off, please, don't make me catch a case
I'm from the street, where I creep late at night, you can't see me
V-D-O-G bound to make a stang, see
As I come, body numb, niggas can't fuck with me
Drop it off your ass, anyway, I'm gon' get paid, G
[Verse 5]
Walkin' down the fuckin' L, a blunt is in my fuckin' hand
Junkies runnin' up, talkin' 'bout spendin' twenties man
So, I got them bricks for them tricks talkin' shit
Just don't know, the S.P.L. will get your motherfuckin' wig split
Ridin' with my nigga Yo, Ray, he got that fuckin' blow
Runnin' out, scream and shout, how you know, you gotta go
Narcos, Glocks n' poppin' on them hoes, so you know the score
Frog he got that fuckin' three, mane, I know he down with me
Psycho D, Psycho P, mane, let's go and smoke 'em, G
Riverside live, '95 in this ho, damn, them bitches talkin' 'bout they on snow
Just don't know, look who's gonna flow on them Triple Six Bitches
[Chorus]
D–D–Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
D–damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
D–damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
[Verse 6: Lil Pain]
Damn, what a nigga say about a player Lil Pain, mane
Buck 'em wild, 'cause I'm clean, niggas player hatin' me
Wishin' they was in my shoes, I can't help that you refuse
Not to sweat the track, bitch, now I'm down with my clique
Ho, I done made it where you trick tryin' to get right now
Only thing you need to do is keep South Memphis out your mouth
If you dig what I peep, Riverside, S.P.V
Keep bogo tippy toes on you hoes, that's how it goes
[Verse 7: D.Vious]
Damn, what a nigga say, 'cause Joe gon' make it anyway
Comin' with absurdity, it's best you run along and play
Quick to talk that shit, mizzouth, runnin' like an avalanche
And ana is floatin' through the air and I done started to smell it
Usually I wait for you to slip, before I act a clown
But since I'm on that dope, mane
Fuck this shit, It's time for blastin' rounds
Big mob, we on another mission, AK's got to hit the scenes
D.Vious 'bout to come so mean, let's go, get Psycho D
Lil' Frog 'bout his hog, creepin' through the fuckin' smoke
Niggas tryna haul ass, gonna make 'em fall fast
Lil Boo make them lemons suffer, fuck-ah, pluck-ah, motherfucker
Infrared, S.P.L. raisin' hell, buck them suckers
Damn, a nigga, how the fuck you figure, I'll just pull the trigger
Try to hit you, if I miss you, then I'd guess the Lord was with you
I see you another day, damn, what a nigga say
You gon' be dead and gone, as we chief plenty hay
Bitch
[Chorus]
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
[Verse 8: Lil Pooh]
Damn, what a nigga say, ridin' into Brownwood
Hollerin' at my nigga, Yo, fuck them bitches, let them niggas know
This fuckin' Devil score, S.P.L. in this, ho
Tryin' to get the serve on, find Lil Fly, bring that blow
Time to go and touch them bitches
Chillin' with Riverside, S.P.L., S.P.V. where we dwell
Clientele, tryin' to get bail, sendin' you niggas straight to hell
[Verse 9: Chante']
Playa from above, fuck you scrubs, 'cause we runnin' this
Chante grippin' plenty clout, Tony Bone, witness this
As I plan to climax, mane, I'm chiefin' so relaxed
Mega blinkin' in Fly brain, feelin' strange on this sack
Fly he fuckin' chiefin' blunts, never fear a funky punk
Grab your tone and talk that junt, put your pistol down and dump
S.P.L. and S.P.V., Riverside, we do not play
Comin' from South Parkway and damn, what you bitches say
[Chorus]
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Da–damn, what a nigga say
Da–damn, what a nigga say
Damn, what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
[Verse 10: Playa Fly]
Busters just be downin' me, suckers should be crownin' me
Bumpin' how I'm soundin', round for round, is Fly and Gangsta B
What's up to da River though? Always down and in this ho
Niggas who be crappy cloutm Fly don't really hear them, though
Man, I plan to reach the top, before my heart decide to stop and Fly would rather smoke myself, than have it from a crooked cop
Lemons just adore my game, never can ignore me, mane, playa keeps on bumpin', now my niggas know I'm rockin' thangs
Hizzo on the fuckin' track, but yo, I'm on them funky packs
Mane, I bust my ass crack, for stayin' on that blunjah jack
Comin' from the City X, King of all the crosses, trick
So if you wanna cross me out, then Fly know what to do for it
City is located next to darkness of the fuckin' cut
Niggas need to show respect, 'cause Playa plan on comin' up
Marked to stay up on the top and don't forget the plastic Glock
Dean is on the scene, he lookin' mean, a Playa down to pop
Bullets in your fuckin' back, and Fly ain't scared, to pack that gat
Playas gon' attack and got my back
A Playa's on them packs, so don't you doubt me, punk
Because I funk and smoke a plenty hay, all my niggas help me say:
"Damn, what a nigga say"
[Interlude: Playa Fly]
[Verse 11: Lil Ced & Playa Fly]
Keepin' it smooth, layin' you suckers on the fuckin' floor
Give me all your cheese, all your dope, now I'm out the door
Slip into my ride, 'cause it's time for me to get on game
You bitches don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound
Back on da Town and we lookin' for our next victim
Fly get it? ("I got it, now what's the fuck up with it?")
Let's stick 'em to da fuckin' ground, make 'em make that ugly sound
Gangsta B, you in this, ho, our man is on that Funkytown
Creepin' on a come up, 'cause we down to make some fuckin' ends
Tanqueray what dawg said, I-B-N, yeah, we in the wind
So when I catch you slippin', then you need to start prayin'
Damn, what you bitches say, your grave is where you lay in, bitch
