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Memphis State of Mind
- (Intro Music)
- Reckless drivin’, I’m thrivin’
- To survive in Memphis
- I know you know I know that I ain’t never been this
- A playa in the game tryin’ to win this
- Been this for many years
- Watched peeps drop tears
- Now, Life is a test that many don’t pass
- Life is a bitch that’ll kick ya in the ass
- Life is your best friend until the very end
- When Life becomes a killa, murderin’ ya best friend
- Or ya brother, don’t blow ya cover
- Or you'll get shot by a stray bullet, cops go undercover
- Niggas up on the block sellin' rocks, to my own shock
- Got they Glocks close by in case of a shootout with the cops
- At least one rape, murder, robbery every day
- Cut yo' ass up like a fish fillet
- Representin' the South, till I D I E
- Black kids become thugs, but they don't influence me
- 2014, parkin’ lot, innocent people beat up
- They smoke near me, my head gon' heat up
- Hate the fact they don’t ever listen to reason
- Sooner or later they’ll kill a white president, locked up for treason
- Whole city of democracy, we want dead cops to be
- But we can't touch 'em cause that's how it's got to be
- Favorite food? Orange. Where you from? The Mound
- In this place you just see a whole bunch of uneducated browns
- Everyday, someone different always gettin' killed
- Thank God for savin' me from a gun thrill
- I got the chills, came close to death so many times,
- Now I'm sittin' here, expressin' myself through my rhymes
- Most of us wanna be thugs or rappers
- Gettin' new ass clothes wantin' to be dapper
- We scramble 'round the hood, try'na get our piece
- Listen to Eazy E in a '64 lease
- Jewel of the South, is what I call it
- If we have to go back home, I start bawlin'
- But I get home, nigga, home sweet home
- Where there's a killer somewhere in ya hood, that's my dome
- Sometimes I dream about bein’ on the Meth
- I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
- Watch ya back, get ya gat, keep it to ya back all the time,
- I think of crime, when I think of the Memphis State of Mind.
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- Fuck the shootings, I'm a reclusive, pain inducin
- Nuisance, I'm ludacris, music is my food, and I'm choosin' it
- And loosin' it, blood oozin' out ya head when ya dead
- Represent Memphis, where there is lots of dread
- You don't even know the South, just cover ya mouth
- Rhymes poison yo' ass like a cottonmouth
- Cotton in the mouth of the river, like a snake, I slither
- Into the minds of the young and corrupt 'em like Hitler
- Cadillacs and Chevys rollin' around in the city
- I got something at ya head, please don't kid me
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