Funkytown - Three 6 Mafia, Gangsta Blac

We packin' them Glock 19's with the beams when we on the scene

Billion got 'em buckin' blowin' clean off that triple beam with BHZ

Niggas hope with third world, niggas hope with the triads

The shit they fools burn is no tellin though

Queens mound in this bitch stay down with the click

Never turned the backs on backstabbers, now it’s super thick

Two lane, never lame, always been my fuckin' thugs

Ever since the school days, we never had nothin' but love

Smokin' sacks with my real, givin' packs to my trill

Paul Masson to my lung, for the ones that didn’t live

Get as high as ya can though but don’t let them drugs change ya

Get buck as you can fool but try to control the anger

Niggas gettin' on that white, things ain’t the same no mo’e

Used to kill for ya now it’s like I gotta kill ya hoe

Triple 6 got the shit, mane I make you niggas choke

Gangsta B Where you be?

Blow out a cloud of smoke

To my niggas on that white: Funky Town!

To my niggas on that yellow: Funky Town!

To my niggas on that green: Funky Town!

To my niggas on that loop: Funky Town!

I wanna send a shout-out to my niggas who be on that dope

Chillin' on a corner, shootin' that dice between the Indo smoke

Squad and big … and curt

Lil Blue …, all my niggas from my turf

What’s up to my niggas from the groove?

I ain’t forgot cha fool

Lil Glock and S.O.G, Harry T and Heavy C

Nigga Creep, back in the frayser days on cherry lane

Everybody kicked it like real playas with no type of gangs

Shootin' them thangs, now it’s '96, I gotta stay strapped

With my Smith & Wesson, eighteen shots cocked in my lap

Bulletproof vest on my chest, when it’s time to ride

Let’s take a trip to the North Memphis gangsta side

You can’t hide, neither can you run when a gun blast

Just another playa hater smoked in the aftermath

Bustas think we’re all rap, Three 6 Mafia plus a gat

It was plenty dead motherfuckers lyin' on they back

To my niggas on that blow: Funky Town!

To my niggas on that syrup: Funky Town!

To my niggas on that ink: Funky Town!

To my niggas on that fruity: Funky Town!

Choppin' these … just leave 'em all drippin' with then my artillery drenched

… these bitches, they (?) bleedin' to death in the rain

There’s no one who wishes to take on my Prophets of Doom … by my nuclear boom

The devilish shit in my brain made me visualize demons around in my room

Cause we rowdy (?) come to rumble, we full of the thunder, the

straight-to-the-dome

Do not disturb my patience when fillin' myself with the incense of (?)

Lemme burn up B-U-Ds, durk-a-durk up in the freeze

Triple 6 Mafia members of the Memphis has put down another LP

Scarecrow inhalin' the (?) and I mystically never get tired of inhalin' that

smoke out

Satanic sounds, Funky Town, come down, buck all hoes down

Bitches get stomped with a fox jump

My niggas too crunk over that funk

Paul Masson got me dead drunk

Now let the Devil Shyt bump

As I awake from the things I was quittin' from the night before

Don’t want to snap outta trance, I only want to smoke some more

The only attire crank the chevy then me race on out South Memphis,

go and visit me, Three 6 is at the smoking house

Chillin' at the hideout, smokin' out, not worried 'bout a thang

Let’s get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign

Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane