Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song STH. MEM., artist - Gangsta Blac.
Date of issue: 03.01.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
STH. MEM. |
Welcome to my battleground, ready I’m going to start it off |
ended with the silent sound to tear this bitch from wall to wall |
nigga now my frame of mind, to keep in mind the casualties |
If that click click quick to trip, bitch it be the tragedy |
S.P.V. |
we market thee |
down for doing what it takes |
no mistake, cause bitch we walk the thin from day to day |
careful for I’m fucking with, always watching what I say |
Ten-Toes soldier, down for doja, cause if I do is where I lay |
STH. |
MEM. |
Bitch it aint no testing these |
dollar bills we folding, still control what ever fucks with me dirtys in my fucking face, Mitchell Heights to buck it up Treatin Loderdale the BDL will urk and hender us BDL mean break da law |
see and tell them what you saw |
see they fucking with me, cause Gangsta Blac gonna set it off |
got time damn near every day, every spot I’m in da house |
bitch we play no games hoe, I just one up out the Dirty South, nigga |
STH MEM where I come from |
Time for some action one for all, all for one |
To every extreme measure |
whether it be casualties from your side of the line or mine |
I’m in the line of duty amputations by the tooley |
Dirty South here to ruley, consequences moody |
multiples of gorillas in sequence deep in the evening |
let them bitches mangle even they fucking ??? |
was bleeding |
We just infected the germ, feed the maggots and worms |
taking turns dance around the fire while the bitches flag burn |
Hence these stripes of a South Memphis nigga I earned |
marched through the fire ??? |
then yall learn |
No glory bringin them warriors to this ignored clan |
I can just hurt em’man |
waiting on them six bets, we sticking like leaves on some doja |
elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder |
holla God S.P.V. |
and Louderdale, we hot to death |
ride or die STH. |
MEM. |
Life or death. |
YES YES YES! |
Cool Bee: |
Cheafin hay everyday the Southpark way |
I keep the nine on my side nigga everyday |
you can call it what you want, so nigga let what |
I’m with the Gangsta Blac in da S.P.V. |
we getting buck |
I’m smoking green with them thugs showing love |
from the A-T-L to the S.P.V. |
Cool Bee be coming up Light up the sticky sticky |
Bee getting high with the Gangsta Blac, defining wicky wicky |
see me and my nigga nine, smoking on chronic sack |
Cool Bee with the S.P.V. |
my nigga aint having that |
I was raised a bastard child |
I represent ghetto style |
nigga please I’m about that cheeze |
no enemies I don’t need |
Put your pistols in da air mane, time to go to fucking war mane |
I’m gonna keep it real to the end mane, |
my glock protect my best friend mane |
they say I’m totally insane, with this pit bullet I’m locked mane |
a nigga get love in the streets mane, |
cause a nigga gotta get that cheeze mane. |
(Repeat 2x) |
Disaster for the master, my Mafia every laughter |
600 block Southparkway, Fly rizay none after |
I’m S-T to Iz-H; |
MEM. |
You hizay |
I’m M to the 3z84 in one dizay |
remember the Backyard which started all this chaos |
Then Gangsta wrote the lyiroc, now Flizy got ya’ll hizot |
my nigga wont have to plan it and Fly can understand it with mista nigga nizow, will jump clean off this bizness |
come on here Tony Bizone, lets Mae until we gizone |
bump earth up off it axis and make your bizness knizone |
and keep movin izone for Bill Chill and Oweeme |
and all of my flizokes who liz up to sizem |
now say what I mizeam, mean what I sizay |
do shizot in Mempho the Village Southparkway |
form jinzin to hizin from hizay to bizay |
I stomp from MEM. |
STH. |
STH. |
STH. |
(Repeat till song is over) |