Victim Of Da Shit

(album: Smoked Out Loced Out - 1994)

Damn, Gank
Man, you bumped that killer from South Park
Oh, let me tell you, mane
Ay, hold up, hold up
Cut that shit down, mane
Ain't that that little Eden nigga, mane?
What's up, dawg? Blow one
Ay, what's up, pimp that mothafucking song you made
Gangsta nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? The club fried, mane
You know what I'm sayin'?
Talking 'bout nigga got anna with you, man
Nah, dawg, that was just a little song
I'm telling you, mane, get that boy, mane, get that bitch, man
[*knocks*]

First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be

Now I got my nigga Ibn he's on the fucking side of me
Another nigga scarred, coming hard from the S.P.V
See you got me fucked up
If you think that Gangsta's fucking 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 fucking hay
Who got head, fuck that shit, let's go and get a Tanqueray
Riding through the park, laid back, so civilized
But inside, that funk can hypnotize
Have you feeling woozy, grab that Uzi, load a full clip
Ibn with the automatic, Fly, let's go and kill that bitch
Gotta have something 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 mothafucka
Any kind of mothafucka
Boom, boom, now let me see if I done killed that sucker
Yeah, he's gone, met the chrome
Buck him 'til I saw some foam
Coming out his fucking mouth
Always trying to claim the South [*gunshot*]

First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be

Yeah, they done fucked up, 'cause a playa's on the scene
Grew up on a booming track, now I kick it on Orleans
Night and day, gang bang, just around the fucking way
Where Playas always stand they ground
Staying funky, chiefing hay
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Psycho Pain and Gangsta Weeds
Bring them tones and plenty P
Before we hit the parking lot, South Park is gotta get so deep
Nardo with the Glock, Slicky Ricky and the Tony T
These Playas, mane, you can not stop
I'm standing with the mastermind
Of the fucking lyrics, Paul's beat and the Devil's lines
See I dwell in SPV, 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 fucking pity
Chronic City, Funky Town, Funky Town, Chronic City
Lil Fly is in this mothafucka, treating you bustas like a bitch
Pow, pow, pow, now you victim of this Park shit! [*scream*]

First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be doin'
First I grab yo neck, and choke you out
I-I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this shit
That shit that we be

Niggas down to make some ends, niggas you ain't making fuck
Keep on talking shit, I swear, I jack you for yo' fucking truck
Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip
Peewee with the thirty-eight, slug on his fucking hip
Ho, you get me fucked up, 'cause you know I likes to pack a gat
Killas from South Parkway, now how you gonna fucking 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 the 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 fucking 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 yo fucking guts
Grab you by yo' face and try to squeeze it 'til it's turning red
Ho, I'm not gon' let you loose, until I know yo' ass is dead
Stick you to the fucking ground
Make you make that ugly sound
Kick you in yo' fucking dick, ain't no fucking witnesses
Lock you in the fucking trunk, while I hit the fucking funk
Now I'm going crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Coming out yo' fucking skull
Ho' I'm showing no fucking love
Ho', you can just suck my dick
'Cause you's a victim of this shit

Lil Fly coming out hard for the '94
Time to let these bustas know
Let these ho's know the score
South Park's in the house from the '93
Now we're getting deeper and we're taking what we wanna, G
Gotta peep my nigga Slick, get a pack of funky shit
Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we getting full of it
Hanging on the booming 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 tang in my guts
Pain burn a nigga out, now I gotta bust some nuts
Or bust some fucking caps, and take some bustas off the map
Got no feeling in yo' 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
Taking turns peeling caps, when that busta full of lead
Paramedics came, but they can't help him at the med
A day or two later, the words getting back to yo' folks
Now they rushing to the med, looking 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

Yeah, this Lil Fly up in this mothafucka
To that busta all up on my nigga d'izz'ick
Yeah, boy, you keep on talking that shit
You gon' be a victim of a 211
And I ain't scared to turn it to no 187
Biatch!