Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.E.M.P.H.I.S., artist - Lil Wyte. Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Song language: English
M.E.M.P.H.I.S. |
| M.E.M.P.H.I.S I’ve held it down I run this town |
| M.E.M.P.H.I.S Thumbs up till I hit the ground |
| M.E.M.P.H.I.S my city is cold blooded homie |
| M.E.M.P.H.I.S watch your own homies, homie (2X) |
| (Verse 1: Lil Wyte) |
| Yeah Yeah |
| Welcome to Memphis, Tennessee I am the white man that runs this ho |
| If I could give you a tourist tip I hope you brought a gun in this ho |
| Not a too much money though a little bit of dough |
| Don’t ride too clean don’t put on no show |
| If you got a bad bitch better leave her at home |
| Cause a Memphen gonna take what it wants |
| If that means your car, or even your wife |
| Better watch A&E these first 48 boys will take your life first 48 boys will |
| take your life |
| Maybe its something in the water that makes us lose our marbles |
| Then we hit Bill Street, Wet Willie’s and loose em even farther |
| We got no sense but stack dollars uneducated we get brain from scholars |
| I was lucky and I had my father grew up in Fraiser and wasn’t bothered |
| You know what my fucking name is I ain’t saying in this rap |
| I’m the only motherfucking white boy in the city to even stand up and speak of |
| it |
| And put it on the damn map its true |
| (Hook) |
| (Verse 2: Miscellaneous) |
| Yeah |
| They say my city filled with young dropouts |
| Ridin around with they Glocks out |
| That tough shit get your ass knocked out |
| Glock in your mouth watch your whole brain pop out |
| From the side of town where they banging, nigga |
| Mob shit where they claiming, nigga |
| AKs what they aiming, nigga |
| Even bitches got nuts and they hanging, nigga |
| From the side of town where they known to hate |
| But that known hate only motivate my whole city made first 48 |
| From South Memphis back to the bay |
| Orange mound they lay you down |
| Gun ya down for a half a pound |
| Them Jack Boys they riding round do the same thing in any fucking town |
| Ain’t no peace in these streets I know real Bs out in the east |
| GDs in Pelpatri, Tulane and BHZ |
| Miscellaneous ain’t scared B back on the fed shit |
| It’s the rapping Leslie Ballin just got signed to the rapping Fred Smith |
| Yeah, bitch! |
| (Hook) |
| (Verse 3: Al Kapone) |
| Yeah, its Al Kapone |
| M.E.M.P.H.T.N. |
| yeah bitch its me again |
| I tried to walk away from rap but fuck it I got my second wind |
| God Father status yeah my city built a savage out here |
| I help created this Memphis shit ain’t no way you can have it |
| Yeah I’m raging rage war on all you fucking cockroaches |
| Gives us our fucking props we was first and all you bitches know it |
| Al Kapizzy yeah that’s me, Mississippi, Tennessee |
| Arkansas they riding with us that’s that holy Trinity |
| I almost said the hell with this now I feel the love again |
| Rejuvenated motivated riding till the fucking end |
| Yeah I’m rapping with a bands |
| Sometimes a symphony I said it on Lyrical Drive by |
| Ain’t too many that can fuck with me |
| (Hook) |