Duke Deuce - MR. MEMPHIS MASSACRE

Aye-aye What the fuck? (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Huh

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

I'm back, and don't give a fuck Come play with Duke Deucifer Back to gettin' the clubs crunk Get bucked if you think you tough Buck, buck, what the fuck?

Get hit with the 12 slugs 'Bout action, no cappin' I'm packin' and mackin' But stomped 'em like a damn rug

Triple M, Triple M, Triple M, bitch Told you hoes, dont fuck with them- Criminal, criminal, criminals, bitch Hell yeah, bitch, I buck with them

Drop a stack on your hat, you a motherfuckin' rat Let them cats put your ass on your motherfuckin' back It's a bird, it's a plane, hell nah, it's a pack That's a fact, I'm a Mac, I ain't never gon' slack

I-I talked to my witch and she said I'ma blow up Sacrifice my friends I'll be wealthy, but so lonesome Lord, I'm so gifted I see things before they come up Ancestors protectin' me So, I always be one-up (what the fuck?)

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho Buck, buck, buck, here I come Mr. Memphis Massacre

Psychopath Deucifer lookin' like Lucifer Got me buck wild, and I think I'm influenced 05/01/1992, far from a coward Boy buck like a bull

Memphis my city, Blackhaven the illest We known for them killings They say that we cruel Saturday night, we be pimpin' on Beale Street Plenty freak hoes for niggas to pull

Drippin', no droppin', strap tight with that Glocky These hoes on my dick, 'cause I'm as clean as a deacon Back in the day, ho, you know you wouldn't talk to me Watch, I walk past ya'

No, I'm not speakin' Not tryna' compare myself to Jesus God got me walkin' this Earth for a reason Duke Deuce, he cool 'til he turn to a demon See that they dead, but why you keep squeezin'?

Steady droppin' nukes, Lord, what they gon' do When I take the game over for the twenty-deuce-deuce? Pull up in a coupe, no roof with my troops Fuck niggas gon' poof 'cause they know they gon' shoot

Still ridin' clean, gettin' neck like a crew While you fuck niggas hatin' with your lame ass crew Made Men Mafia, ain't no blockin' us Say fuck us, it's been "Fuck you," bitch