[Intro: Lil Man, Gangsta Blac, Opp & Lord Infamous]
K-Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific
Damn, gang, man, you bumped that killer from South Park
Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific
Oh, let me tell you, mane
Ay, hold up, hold up, cut that shit down, mane
Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific
Ain't that that little Eden n***a, mane?
What's up, dawg? Blow one
Ay, what's up pimp? that motherfuckin' song you made
Gangsta, n***a, you know what I'm sayin'?
The club fried, mane, you know what I'm sayin'
Talkin' 'bout n***a got anna with you, man
Nah, dawg, that was just a little song
I'm tellin' you, mane, get that boy, mane, get that bitch, man

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
The shit that we be doin'—
That shit that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Now I got my n***a I-B-N he's on the fuckin' side of me
Another n***a scarred, comin' hard from the S.P.V
See you got me fucked up, if you think that Gangsta's fuckin' soft
Now come into South Park and I'll be damned if I don't break you off
Give me one, give me one, yeah, smoke some fuckin' hay
Who got head, fuck that shit, let's go and get a Tanqueray
Ridin' through the park, laid back, so civilized, but inside, that funk can hypnotize
Have you feelin' woozy, grab that Uzi, load a full clip
Ibn with the automatic, Fly, let's go and kill that bitch
Gotta have somethin' real quick, when I get that ho
Let me call Slick, I know he's game to ride that 5 point 0
Ho, I'm 'bout to kill me a motherfucker, any kind of motherfucker
Boom, boom, now let me see if I done killed that sucker
Yeah, he's gone, met the chrome, bucked 'em 'til I saw some foam
Comin' out his fuckin' mouth, always tryin' to claim the South (*Gunshot*)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
[Verse 2: Lil Fly]
Yeah, they done fucked up, 'cause a player's on the scene
Grew up on a boomin' track, now I kick it on Orleans
Night and day, gang bang, just around the fuckin' way where players always stand they ground
Stayin' funky, chiefin' hay
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Psycho Payne and Gangsta Wheez bring them tones and plenty P
Before we hit the parkin' lot, South Park is gotta get so deep
Nardo with the Glock, Slicky Ricky and the Tony T
These Players, mane, you can not stop
I'm standin' with the mastermind
Of the fuckin' lyrics, Paul's beats, and the Devil's lines
See I dwell in S.P.V. with my folks, that's every night
No, it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life
I-B-N in the wind, 'cause I have no fuckin' pity
Chronic City, Funky Town, Funky Town, Chronic City
Lil' Fly is in this motherfucker, treatin' you busters like a bitch
Pow, pow, pow, now you victim of this Park shit (*scream*)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you ou
I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know, that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be—
[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
N***as down to make some ends, n***as you ain't makin' fuck
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack you for your fuckin' truck
Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip 
Peewee with the thirty-eight slug on his fuckin' hip
Ho, you get me fucked up, 'cause you know I likes to pack a gat
Killers from South Parkway, now how you gonna fuckin' act?
Loop with the .40, he ain't short, and he'll shoot the bitch
Russel got his back, I know he do, he's on that funky shit
Man, got a plan that he made to get that ho
Peep that bitch, kill that bitch, we got dawg on the floor
Nardo with the Glock and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Dre on his way, he got my back with a full clip
Kiki, Little Sun, Little Tiger and Mario
Down for a one-eighty-seven on a fuckin' ho
Yeah, you get me fucked up, don't you ever try to test my nuts
Big Rod with the Glock, 'bout to pop you in your fuckin' guts
Grab you by your face and try to squeeze it 'til it's turnin' red
Ho, I'm not gon' let you loose, until I know your ass is dead
Stick you to the fuckin' ground, make you make that ugly sound
Kick you in your fuckin' dick, ain't no fuckin' witnesses
Lock you in the fuckin' trunk, while I hit the fuckin' funk
Now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Comin' out your fuckin' skull, ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Ho', you can just suck my dick, 'cause you's a victim of this shit

[Verse 4: Lil Fly]
Lil Fly comin' out hard for the 9-4, time to let these busters know
Let these hoes know the score
South Park's in the house from the 9-3
Now we're gettin' deeper and we're takin' what we wanna, G
Gotta peep my n***a Slick, get a pack of funky shit
Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we gettin' full of it
Hangin' on the boomin' track, better known as night and day
Liquor store, right next door, let's go, get a Tanqueray
Funky Town's in my brain, got the Tanq in my guts
Payne burn a n***a out, now I gotta bust some nuts or bust some fuckin' caps, and take some busters off the map
Got no feelin' in your face from my mighty Glock slap
Damn, he made me break my tone, but then Gangsta came alone
That bastard made me break my shit
Gangsta, let me shoot that bitch
Takin' turns, peelin' caps, when that buster full of lead
Paramedics came, but they can't help him at the med
A day or two later, the words gettin' back to your folks
Now they rushin' to the med, lookin' for the death reports
Got you still stuck and fucked, they read the cause of the death of the E
Too much lead to the head from Little Fly and Gangsta B

[Outro: Lil Fly & Gangsta Blac]
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
To that buster all up on my n***a dizzick
Yeah, boy, you keep on talkin' that shit
You gon' be a victim of a 211
And I ain't scared to turn it to no 187, biatch
Yeah, this Gangsta Blac in this motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'
This old trick ass n***a come to talkin' shit
N***a, we ain't straight, if we was straight, n***a, we would've been straight when you was talkin' 'bout we wasn't straight, biatch
Know what I'm sayin'