[Intro: Snowbone]
Yeah, this Snowbone in the house, y'all
Straight outta South Memphis, bitch
Comin' off of Percy Street, full of that motherfuckin' thang, what you think?
Me and Gangsta Blac in the house, with Triple Six, bitch
On you motherfuckin' funky-ass hoes
Makin' easy money, pimpin hoes in style
South Memphis, ho, is on the motherfuckin' map, ho
You motherfuckin' bitches
And watch out for this motherfuckin' clique-shit, bitch, 'cause it's to thick
'Cause we 'bout to motherfuckin' dump you, bitch

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
My folks they brought me up
They kept my head up, on my fuckin' shoulder
Kept me from you half of buster suckers
I'm the one who told you
Stayed up out my education, school was likе a chore to me
Done my twеlve years, got my papers, now I'm vampin', G
Time to let the South take me under, how do you wonder?
N***a like me, was on the Jackal Street
Been creepin', hittin' your heart, like the sounds of thunder
O.G. to the bone, pimps and players roam my area
Packed up thick as hell, but I'll be damned, if we be scared of you
G is gangsta
A is all the time, never slip and ride
N is nine-Glock, got it cocked, one more homicide
G is gotta get you, gotta do it, you done pinched a nerve
S is scrapin' silly suckers smoothly off the bloody curb
T is testin' pimpin' in the streets or in my studio
Down with Prophet Ent. and S.P.V. but you don't hear me, though
A is AK shells flyin' fast where they comin' from
B is busters bowin', 'cause they know the worst is yet to come
[Chorus: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac]
Crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Cran-crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this bitch up
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Cran-crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house

[Verse 2: Gangsta Blac]
It's just a Gangsta Blac occupation on the track, standin' clean
In the cut, stackin', servin' crack to you dope fiends
Scopin' out you tricks, and bustas smirkin' as you see me serve
Fuckin' with you lemons, I done drop my dope up on the curb
Reachin' for my shit, 5-0 came, now it's time to break
See, I'm young and dumb, full to come, fuck a dope case
Runnin' through the cuts, I see the folks, but now, I'm even faster
Kinda like, I'm Kunta in the wind, yeah, I'm gone, master
Got away smooth, as the cops, 'bout a block away
Breathin' hard as fuck, but now, I'm straight 'cause I'm on Parkway
Sweat comin' down my face, heart beatin' out my chest
Pressed to the bone, but god damn, I repent my guest
Grew up on the C-O-G-I-C, I choose to partin' crack
But now South Park is treatin' me, uh
Like I'm a dopecase, no case, mainly, I'm fucked up
G-A-N-G-S-T-A, Parkway, crank some shit up
[Chorus: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac]
Cran-crank this-, crank this bitch up
South, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Cran-crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is—
Crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up at the tire shop, chiefin' hay, fucked up
Waitin' for twelve o'clock to come, hit the club, gettin' buck
Hoes, you got me fucked up with that prankin' shit
Bitch, you got it wrong so you the first to get your wig split
No, I'm not no gangsta, just a name, they chose to give me
Gangsta Blac, a n***a from South Memphis
So it's in me
Mane, they should have known before they tried to do us, too deep
Comin' from the heart of S.P.V. we beat you to the streets
I keep a fuckin' itch, for a bitch, who try to daze, amaze
The hole in this trick, from my twelve gauge, no remorse is
Showin' when we deep we don't know how to act
Piss off my clique, but I'll be damned, if we don't strike your back
Creepin' to the back, lookin' clean, so roast a bitch
Tricks on the scheme, scotchin' mean, I got you bitch
Busters best to bend and bow, and smell the fragrance of my nuts
Nowhere to run and hide, no ifs, no ands, or buts
[Chorus: Street Artillery & Gangsta Blac]
Crank-, crank-, crank-, crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank-, crank-, crank-, crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this bitch up
South of-, South of Memphis, South of Memphis, takin' over this shit
Crank-, crank-, crank-, crank this bitch up
Gangsta Blac is in the house
Crank this bitch up
South, South of Memphis