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Three 6 Mafia Feat. Eightball, Al Kapone, MJG, Project Pat & Spanish Fly First 48 lyrics

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First 48 lyrics by Three 6 Mafia Feat. Eightball, Al Kapone, MJG, Project Pat & Spanish Fly

Tennessee overt

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down
In the motherfucking, motherfucking town, bitch
The originaters up in this bitch
We got DJ Spanish fly, Project Pat, Al Kapone, 8Ball and MJG

Three 6 Mafia
What's up to Sunny D, DJ BK
The whole M-town niggas goin' down, 901 up in this ho' nigga
Quit playin' with yo motherfucking self, bitch

I'ma dedicate this to the real
All these hatin' ass niggas gettin' killed
Fuck a fake put 'em on the First 48
Fuck a fake put 'em on the First 48

I'ma dedicate this to the real
All these hatin' ass niggas gettin' killed
Fuck a fake put 'em on the First 48
Fuck a fake put 'em on the First 48

Crack kill apple jack, but I made a stack
Screamin' death to a rat, hear it flickin' with the clack
40 balls bustin' at your mom, nigga will I stomp
Take a whole magazine, clear it 'til your body drop

Seem angelic pit bulls 'til a nigga miss
Anyone who is near it, you had better take a miss
From the hood nigga who cares, you can die too
Around here with that flossin' I'ma try you

Trick, I ride for my city, I die for my city
Throw your M's up high, if you niggas ride wit' me
This for my South Memphis, North Memphis
Westwood, orange mound, black hype to the bay
It's all about the M-town

Yeah, I know you though we would never come together, ho'
It's a new day, now we on a whole 'nother level, ho'
Al Kapone, Al Ka B, last of dying breed
This is for my pioneers to the Memphis, Tennessee

DJ Spanish Fly, man never ever givin' up
Still doin' that same flow that make you wanna get real buck
Get real buck and break yo back like you havin' a heart attack
Drunk up off in the club and you know you ain't gon' get no stacks

Sweat it out, let it out, them devils they can't stop you
You be on the grind, but them haters be like broke fools
Memphis, Tenn, baby and we known for that buck fire
The whole wide world, you better get some and get on down

M-gang nigga, that's Memphis, Tennessee
Game pimpin' real big 8Ball, MJG, the Blame
Hip hop boom slang this ain't for the lame
Some like rock n' roll pimpin', let ya nuts hang

Gangsta walk, Memphis walk, nigga that's the same thang

Take it from your OG, orange mound veteran in the game
We got the power to run thangs and make change
Forward that green change, lives we can rearrange

Get up, make the whole city do a sit-up
Drop down, do push-ups until you spit up
Memphis, Tenn, this is a brand new awakenin'
Everything is precisely planned, ain't no mistakenin'

We done tried to stop, nah ain't no way I'm givin' in
Get buck, the life of luxury is what we livin' in
MJG brought gas through ya iPod
I'm a grown man, ain't nothing soft, I die hard

I meet this little freak from the street
A sexy fine white girl that I keep
She had me up all, every night
ATM credit, swiped

She dressed in plastic, I gotta have it
She say she sprung a neighborhood addict
Ain't no rehab that can stop me
She looked like espresso coffee

But when she in yo system she'll keep you crunk and make you buck
Like walk off in the bank with guns out, make 'em give it up
She keep your heart rate beatin' fast, bouncin' will make her holla
Every time you see her, she with me 40 and my dollar

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the king of the motherfuckin' M-town
See I wreck you haters like I wreck this cars
Then I, then I trade it in like I trade this broads
Walk up, walk up out the square with a now fucking star
Lookin', lookin' like a four, still shinin' like a star

See sucka I'm a vet, not a veterinarian
Get rid of your flesh like if I was a vegetarian
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, feed 'em bullets, let the pall bearer carry 'em
Tell their fuckin', fuckin' family that I'm gonna bury them

I told them I was the king, but they didn't wanna believe me
'Til 'em bullets hit 'em, and they started to bleeding
Boy, you ain't listenin', even a guesser
When she started lickin' up your shirt, that's a geyser

You realized that I wasn't playin' with your plan
You realized you had the wrong fuckin' man
You finally figured out that you on the wrong fucking land
Nine to the whole town we ain't playin, we ain't playin'

Yeah ho', you know what motherfuckin' time it is
Damage to you
Oh yeah boogalo in this motherfucka
Memphis, Tenn, nigga don't creep
We put you motherfucking ho's to sleep

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