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[Chorus]
Da-da-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 anna', 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', dog
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?
Nigga 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, you ain't 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, dog, 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 'bout 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: Lil Boo]
Walkin' down the fuckin' isle, the 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, ho, you know you gotta go
Narcos, Glocks and 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, Lil' Boo's gonna flow on them Triple Six Bitches

[Chorus]
Da-da-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
Da-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
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. 
Keith Bo go 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 anna' 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 Marc, we on another mission, AK's gotta 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 my 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
Tryna get bail, sendin' you niggas straight to hell

[Bridge]
Damn, damn-d-da-damn-da-damn

[Verse 9: Shuntay]
Playa blowin' bud, fuck you scrubs, 'cause we runnin' this
Shuntay 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 tote 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 the River, though? Always down and in this ho
Niggas who be crappy clout, Fly don't really hear them, though
Man, I plan to reach the top before my heart decides 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
Marcus 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
Players gon' attack and got my back 'cause player's on them packs (Damn)
So don't you doubt me, punk, because I funk and smoke on plenty hay
All my niggas help me say, damn what a nigga 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
Damn what a nigga—
Da-damn what a nigga say, we gon' make it anyway
Damn-damn-damn-damn what a nigga say
Damn-damn-damn-damn what a nigga say
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

[Interlude: Playa Fly]
Yeah, ho, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker, with the South Park Posse
Damn on what you bitches say 'cause we gon' make it anyway
Sendin' crazy motherfuckin' shouts out to:
Tony Bone, Slick, gangster motherfuckin' Playa Wheez'
My nigga Lil' Ren, Mike, Mario, Keith Bo
Carlos P in this bitch, my cousin Peewee
Pain the motherfuckin' baby gangster
My motherfuckin' brother Light Skin, aight
You know what I'm sayin', Shuntay Lil' Fly in this motherfucker
Jake P, Mr. motherfuckin' IBN, my nigga Todd
Lil' Steve, D, you know I'm sayin', Big Dede, Infrared Mobsters
Gangsta motherfuckin' Blac up in this bitch
My nigga Lil' Cheeze, Dan, Rod
You know what I'm sayin', Luke with the .44 and .144
My nigga Lil' Yo is in the pen, you know I'm sayin'
Peter Paul, Big Don, Bill Chill, down at the motherfuckin' Gazeebo
My nigga Arthur, Lil' Boo, Lil' Black, Rob
Dirty Dudd and Shun motherfuckin' Kemp, ho
Lil' Pimp P, you know you in this motherfucker
My nigga Lil' P, D, B, D, T, T, D
My nigga Terry Lee, Lil' Darryl
My nig-my nig-my nig, my nig' Bo, you know what I'm sayin'
Lil' Noid, Lil' Slim, Don Blow, Tedd, Churro
You know I'm sayin', my nigga Larry, Freelo, Rod and Lil' Kim
Don Waylo, you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga Charlie Snowball shittin' at dead punks
My nigga Todo, Keith— Keith Wright, crazy motherfucker, you stay in this bitch
Riverside, Slang Payne, V-Dog
My nigga V-Dog, straight from South Park, you know I'm sayin'
My nigga Zirk, Tommy Tee, Lil' Six, Abscure, my nigga Warden up there at the 12th
That crazy blowin'-ass nigga Lil' E, you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga Big Fred and the whole Leclean Click
My nigga Lil' Marvin in the whole [?] bitch
My nigga Tito, the Fowler Homes, the Orleans Click
My nigga Lil' Stew, 81 Communication on South Parkway for hookin' a nigga up
Cab and Nana in Havanna, my nigga Slicc
And all them other players be on the other end of Orleans
The whole Playa Posse, my nigga Blackout, Tristan, Tango
Crab Leg, Peako, Tini, Tweety, Lil' Mon you know you in this motherfucker
Fat Shaun, Pinky Wayne, my nigga Fela and Pinky
My niggas on Eale, that boomin'-ass track boomin'
Weed, blow and rock, you know what I'm sayin'
Trigg Posse, break the law on you triple bitches 'cause them bitches don't know nothin' 'bout us
Kowalski, Mario, my nigga Merryl up there [?]
And all them motherfuckin' niggas up there swattin' in that [?]
Big Mane up there on that boomin'-ass block
Windy, you know what I'm sayin', Trigg and Ridgeway
All them motherfuckin' players in this motherfucker
My nigga Turn, Jil, Lil' 4, Keith Bo, Riverside, Ali
My nigga Wayne-O locked down up there with the Mitchell Heights, you know I'm sayin'
CJ, my motherfuckin' baby, much love
Pooh Mac, you in this motherfucker
My nigga Knicca, that nigga up there at the Grill Shop who smoke that motherfuckin' bud daily and blow that lil' bud, just chief on, you know I'm sayin'
The Thuggish Ruggish Bud Mane, you know I'm sayin', you know you in this motherfucker
Bill Chill, once again, Jack and Poo
Big head-ass Red, and last but not least
Archie motherfuckin' Baldhead
And to the motherfuckin' bitches on our dick;
You need to get off, and start suckin' us off, bitch
Yeah, Blackhaven-ass Darryl, my nigga Moathawk
Nino, Russel, Trey, James, and the whole [?]
My friend Terisha, Lil' Man, fly nigga K
Back there and damn on what these bitches say

[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 the town, and we lookin' for our next victim
Fly get it? (I got it, now what's the fuck up with it?)
Let's beat 'em to the fuckin' ground, make 'em make that ugly sound
Gangsta B, you in this, ho, now nine is on the fuckin' time
Creepin' on a come up, 'cause we down to make some fuckin' ends
Tanqueray, Moathawk, Ced, I-B-N, yeah, we in the wind
So when I catch you slippin', ain't no need to start prayin'
Damn what you bitches say, your grave is where you lay in (Bitch)

[Outro: Playa Fly & Tango]
Yeah, mane, Tango, mane, what's up with that "Mister Local Yokel"-ass List?
Yeah, mane, Fly, help me with that flaugin'-ho list
Buster first and buster last
Mack-Ju, [?] motherfucker, Lil' Two-Two and your brother Lil' Mike
Ronda P you greedy thang, DJ Paul, Lil' [?] bitch, Gangsta Boo—