[Intro: DJ Paul]
It's on now
You know a lot of folks ask me, why I call myself the King of Memphis
Basically, 'cause n***as studyin' us, you know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of shit that we doin', n***as want to do, you know what I'm sayin'
We brought the first platinum and gold plaques to the city
We representin' the city
We did the first movie, you know what I'm sayin', holdin' it down
Now all of a sudden, everybody want to be on Hypnotize Minds or Hypnotize Camp Posse
You know, n***as want to diss me and talk shit
I show half of these n***as to stay on beat, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But it's cool though, we can play, if you want to play

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm a snitch n***a killer, 3rd Ward gun spitter
Been loadin' triggers with them hydro shots, n***a
I'm the man, been the man since before you
(Yean know)
Rockin' shows, fuckin' hoes way before you
(Yean know)
Ridin' clean, good green, mane, before you
(Yean know)
My own crib, money in bank before you
And I'm a pro with a 4-5
Try to test me, bitch, don't try to make me out a fuckin' lie
I never go against the fuckin' grain
But if you cross me first, I got to show you, I'm a fuckin' mane
I had some n***as in my clique, that I'm glad they gone
And it's some n***as in my clique, that I hate they gone
'Cause right here, it's 'bout that business, not that bullshit
So if you ain't 'bout that business, get the fuck, trick
Before I buck, trick, you better duck, trick
Or get ran over by them black fuckin' trucks, bitch
[Chorus]
Don't pull your gun, unless you gonna use it
(Back da fuck back)
Don't pull your gun, unless you gonna do it
(Back da fuck back)
Don't let a n***a like me beat you to it
(Back da fuck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da fuck back)
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Sir Lord, your highness, majesty, king
Hittin' stupid n***as with the boom-ping-ping
Cuttin' down a ho with the sling blade, sling
Tape the mouth up, so they don't hear you scream
A butcher knife won't leave a big enough scar
I'ma leave your ass with a shark-bite mark
Rip off your sleeve, leave off the brakes on you, bitch
Trick ass pigeon, you motherfuckin' snitch
Then I take your guts and I drill 'em, spill 'em
For these kind of burns you can't use penicillin
A boy is harder than 4-alarm chili
Oh, n***a, I would love to beat your ass silly
Execute, while you beggin' down on your knizzees
Take you to the morgue, and I'll put you in the frizzeeze
My favorite hobby is hidin' n***as bodies
A real killer like to work clean, not sloppy
[Chorus]
Don't point a gun, unless you gonna use it
(Back da fuck back)
Don't pull a gun, unless you gonna do it
(Back da fuck back)
Don't let a n***a like me beat you to it
(Back da fuck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da fuck back)
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Don't point a gun, unless you gonna use it
(Back da fuck back)
Don't pull a gun, unless you gonna do it
(Back da fuck back)
Don't let a n***a like me beat you to it
(Back da fuck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da fuck back)
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back
Back da fuck back, n***a, back da fuck back