MR MEMPHIS MASSACRE

Aye-aye
What the fuck?
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Huh

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

I'm back, and don't give a fuck
Come play with Duke Deucifer
Back to gettin' the clubs crunk
Get bucked if you think you tough
Buck, buck, what the fuck?

Get hit with the 12 slugs
'Bout action, no cappin'
I'm packin' and mackin'
But stomped 'em like a damn rug

Triple M, Triple M, Triple M, bitch
Told you hoes, dont fuck with them-
Criminal, criminal, criminals, bitch
Hell yeah, bitch, I buck with them

Drop a stack on your hat, you a motherfuckin' rat
Let them cats put your ass on your motherfuckin' back
It's a bird, it's a plane, hell nah, it's a pack
That's a fact, I'm a Mac, I ain't never gon' slack

I-I talked to my witch and she said I'ma blow up
Sacrifice my friends
I'll be wealthy, but so lonesome
Lord, I'm so gifted
I see things before they come up
Ancestors protectin' me
So, I always be one-up (what the fuck?)

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

Psychopath Deucifer lookin' like Lucifer
Got me buck wild, and I think I'm influenced
05/01/1992, far from a coward
Boy buck like a bull

Memphis my city, Blackhaven the illest
We known for them killings
They say that we cruel
Saturday night, we be pimpin' on Beale Street
Plenty freak hoes for niggas to pull

Drippin', no droppin', strap tight with that Glocky
These hoes on my dick, 'cause I'm as clean as a deacon
Back in the day, ho, you know you wouldn't talk to me
Watch, I walk past ya'

No, I'm not speakin'
Not tryna' compare myself to Jesus
God got me walkin' this Earth for a reason
Duke Deuce, he cool 'til he turn to a demon
See that they dead, but why you keep squeezin'?

Steady droppin' nukes, Lord, what they gon' do
When I take the game over for the twenty-deuce-deuce?
Pull up in a coupe, no roof with my troops
Fuck niggas gon' poof 'cause they know they gon' shoot

Still ridin' clean, gettin' neck like a crew
While you fuck niggas hatin' with your lame ass crew
Made Men Mafia, ain't no blockin' us
Say fuck us, it's been "Fuck you," bitch