north memphis like me

Juicy J

You ain t hood
You ain t gangsta
You ain t tough
You ain t street

You ain t north-north
North-north memphis like me
You ain t ballin
You ain t swaggin
You ain t bangin
You ain t street
You ain t north-north-north-north memphis like me

We got them goons on deck, them choppas on deck
Don t violate these mafia niggas with them ho-threats
We deep off in the club, you know we smell like weed
You know we re dealing cash, you know we re selling d
You see us drankin goose, you see us gettin loose
You know we ain t no cowards, you know that we ll shoot
We see you looking scared, we feel you bout to leave
You reaching in your pockets, you rambling for your keys
Somebody saw a strap, this bitch started to holla
I mugged her in her face, I hit you with a bottle
Now here come your goons, all you hear is boom
When the smoke clears, nothing but bodies in the room

You ain t hood
You ain t gangsta
You ain t tough
You ain t street
You ain t north-north-north-north memphis like me
You ain t ballin
You ain t swaggin
You ain t bangin
You ain t street
You ain t north-north-north-north memphis like me

You ain t tough you ain t street
How the fuck your ass hood?
I m gangsta you ain t
Let s get that understood
I was raised in the projects
And these niggas know that
Seven-fo tatted cross my chest till they blow

You ain t nor-or-or-orth-orth memphis like me
You ain t from the short end of hyde park like me
You ain t keep it real with your niggas, dawg, quit flaugin
Cause nigga if you do, they will be out here starvin
You don t fuck with juicy n paul, and pat like me
You ain t one to whoop that-cook that crack, nigga, like me
You ain t toss your main bitch with your clique-you a ho
Plus a character, an amateur now put that on the wall

You ain t hood
You ain t gangsta
You ain t tough
You ain t street
You ain t north-north-north-north memphis like me
You ain t ballin
You ain t swaggin
You ain t bangin
You ain t street
You ain t north-north-north-north memphis like me
North memphis... North memphis

Knockin niggas jaws
Runnin hoes into walls
Niggas yelling north, north
All you screamin north, north
The first to throw a blow
Always strapped with pistol
I ll murk one of you bastards
Don t get on that list, ho

You turned stay witness, witness how my wrist glow
I escalade on twenty-fo s
Shows, I gets dough
They thought that was rosé, but that s really cris, though
Don t get shot off your face, for runnin your lips, ho
Fake niggas-hyde park keep them pistol grips row
You gang-bangin hustlers just like bloods and crips, though
But this ain t killa cali, but a killing s understood
If you ain t from north memphis, then you ain t from my hood