I need to catch me a dream, dawg

Like this

We packin' them Glock 19's with the beams when we on the scene

Billion got 'em buggin' blowin' clean off that triple beam with BHZ

**** hope with third world, **** hope with the tribes

The shit that these fools burn is no tellin', though

Queens Mound in this bitch, stay down with the click

Never turned the backs or backstabbed, always super thick

Tulane, never lame, always been my fuckin' thugs

Ever since the school days, we never had nothin' but love

Smokin' sacks with my real, givin' packs to my trill

Paul Masson to my lung, for the ones that didn't live

Get as high as ya can dawg but don't let them drugs change ya

Get buck as you can, but try to control the anger

**** gettin' on that white, things ain't the same no mo'e

Used to kill for ya now it's like I gotta kill ya hoe

Triple 6 got the shit, mayne I make you **** choke

Gangsta B, where you be? Blow out a cloud of smoke

To my **** on that white: Funky Town!

To my **** on that yellow: Funky Town!

To my **** on that green: Funky Town!

To my **** on that ooh: Funky Town!

To my **** on that white: Funky Town!

To my **** on that yellow: Funky Town!

To my **** on that green: Funky Town!

To my **** on that ooh: Funky Town!

I wanna send a shout-out to my **** who be on that dope

Chillin' on a corner, shootin' that dice between the Indo smoke

Squad and Big Dully, Lil M, Black, Cam, and Curt

Lil Blue, T-Young too, all my **** from my turf

What's up to my **** from the grove? I ain't forgot cha fool

Lil Glock and S.O.G, Harry T and Heavy C

**** Creep, back in the Frayser days on Cherry Lane

Everybody kicked it like real playas with no type of gangs

Shootin' them thangs, now it's '96, I gotta stay strapped

With my Smith & Wesson, eighteen shots cocked in my lap

Bulletproof vest on my chest, when it's time to ride

Let's take a trip to the North Memphis gangsta side

You can't hide, neither can you run when the gun blast

Just another playa hater smoked in the aftermath

Bustas think we're all rap, Three 6 Mafia plus a gat

Equals plenty dead motherfuckers lyin' on they back

To my **** on that blow: Funky Town!

To my **** on that syrup: Funky Town!

To my **** on that ink: Funky Town!

To my **** on that fruity: Funky Town!

To my **** on that blow: Funky Town!

To my **** on that syrup: Funky Town!

To my **** on that ink: Funky Town!

To my **** on that fruity: Funky Town!

Choppin' these slugs at your lung, but just leave 'em all drippin' within my artillery drench

From the bombs that start bustin', they beggin', these bitches, they probably end up bleedin' to death in the rain

As there's no one who wishes to take on my Prophets of Doom, end up whipped by my nuclear boom

The devilish shit in my brain made me visualize demons surrounding my room

'Cause I'm rowdy, them folks come to rumble, we full of the thunder, that straight to the dome

Do not disturb my patience when fillin' myself with the incense of top marijuan'

Lemme burn the B-U-Ds, stir that Jerk up, and then freeze

Triple 6 Mafia robbers and thieves, Memphis has put down on the M-A-P

Scarecrow inhalin' the forty, I mystically never get tired of inhalin' that smoke out

Satanic sound, Funky Town, come now, buck all hoes down

Bitches get stomped with a buck jump, my **** too crunk over that funk

Paul Masson got me dead drunk, now let the Devil Shyt bump

As I awake from the daze I was put in from the night before

Don't want to snap outta trance, I only want to smoke some more

Throw on the attire, crank the Chevy, then me race on out South

Memphis, go and visit me, Three 6 is at the smoking house

Chillin' at the hideout, smokin', I'm not worried 'bout a thang

Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign

Chillin' at the hideout, smokin', I'm not worried 'bout a thang

Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign

Chillin' at the hideout, smokin', I'm not worried 'bout a thang

Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign

Chillin' at the hideout, smokin', I'm not worried 'bout a thang

Ballin' through BlackHaven deep as hell in the suburban, mayne

Ballin' through BlackHaven deep as hell in the suburban, mayne

Ballin' through BlackHaven deep as hell in the suburban, mayne

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