Crank Dis Bitch Up Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Gangsta Blac)

[Intro: Ganksta NIP]
South-South, South-South, South-South, South-South
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South-South, South-South
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park
South-South, South-South, South Park

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
My folks they brought me up
They kept my head up on my fuckin' shoulder
Kept me from you bustas, busta suckas
I’m the one who told ya
Stayed up out my education, school was like a chore to me
Done my twelve years, got my papers, now I'm vampin' ink
Time to let the South take me under, how do you wonder?
Nigga like me was on the Jackal Street
Been creepin’, hittin' your heart
Like the sounds of thunder
O.G. to the bone, pimps and playas roam my area
Pack up thick as hell, but I'll be damned if we be scared of ya
"G" is gangsta
"A" is all the time, never slip and ride
"N" is nine-Glock, got it cocked, one more homicide
"G" is gotta get you, gotta do it, you done pinched a nerve
"S" is scrapin' silly suckas smoothly off the bloody curb
"T" is testin' pimpin' in my streets or in my studio
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V., but you don't hear me though
"A" is all I heard was A.K. shells, and where they comin' from
"B" is bustas bowin’, ’cause they know the worst is yet to come