Victim Of Da sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Lil Man, Gangsta Blac, Lil' E & Lord Infamous]
(K-Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific)
Damn Gang', mane, you bumped that killer from South Park
(Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific)
Oh, I'm tellin' you, mane
Ayy, hold up, hold up, cut that sh*t down, mane
(Killers of South Parkway, deep as the pacific)
Ain't that that Lil' E n*gga, mane?
What's up, dog? Blow one
Ayy, what's up here with that motherf*ckin' song you made against a n*gga, and almost had the club fried, mane?
You know I'm sayin'? Talkin' 'bout n*gga got anna with you, mane
Nah, dog, that was just a lil' some (f*ck that n*gga, let me get that b*tch, mane)
I'm tellin' you, mane, get that boy, mane, get that b*tch, mane *gunshots*

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'—
The sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Now I got my n*gga Ibn, he's on the f*ckin' side of me
Another n*gga scarred, comin' hard from the S.P.V
See you got me f*cked up if you think that Gangsta's f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' hay
Who got half? f*ck that sh*t, let's go, and get a Tanqueray
Ridin' through the Park, laid back, so civilized, but inside, that funk can hypnotize
Have me feelin' woozy, grab that Uzi, load a full clip
Ibn with the automatic, Fly, let's go, and kill that b*tch
Gotta have somethin' real quick, when I get that ho
Let me call Slick, I know he's game to ride that 5.0
Ho, I'm 'bout to kill me a motherf*cker, any kinda motherf*cker
Boom, boom, now let me see if I done killed that sucker
Yeah, he's gone, met the chrome, bucked 'em 'til I saw some foam
Comin' out his f*ckin' mouth, always tryin' to claim the South *gunshot*

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
[Verse 2: Lil Fly]
Yeah, they done f*cked up, 'cause a player's on the scene
Grew up on the boomin' track, now I kick it on Orleans
Nite-N-Day, Gaybay, just around the f*ckin' way where players always stand they ground
Stayin' funky, chiefin' hay
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Psycho Payne and Gangsta Wheez' bring them tones and plenty P'
Before we hit the parkin' lot, South Park is gotta get so deep
Nardo with the Glock, Slick and Ricky and Lil' Tony T
These players, mane, you can not stop
I'm standin' with the mastermind
All the funky lyrics, Paul's beats, and the Devil's lines
See I dwell in S.P.V. 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 f*ckin' pity
Chronic City, Funky Town, Funky Town, Chronic City
Lil' Fly is in this motherf*cker, treatin' you busters like a b*tch
Pow, pow, pow, now you a victim of this Park-sh*t *screams*

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'—
First I grab your neck, and choke you out
I-I bet you, you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh*t
The sh*t that we be doin'—
[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
n*ggas down to make some ends, n*ggas you ain't makin' f*ck
Keep on talkin' sh*t, I swear I jack you for your f*ckin' truck
Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip 
Peewee with the .38 slug on his f*ckin' hip
Ho, you get me f*cked up, 'cause you know I likes to pack a Gat
Killers from South Parkway, now how you gonna f*ckin' act?
Luke with the .40, he ain't short, and he'll shoot the b*tch
Russel got his back, I know he do, he's on that funky sh*t
Man got a plan that he made to get that ho
Beep that b*tch, tangle that b*tch, we got dog on the floor
Nardo with the Glock and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you, b*tch
Dre on his way he got my back, with a full clip
Keke, Little Sun, Little Tiger and Mario
Down for a one-eighty-seven on a funky ho
E, you get me f*cked up, don't you ever try to test my nuts
Big Rod with the Glock, 'bout to pop you in your f*ckin' guts
Grab you by your face and try to squeeze it 'til it's turnin' red
Ho, I'm not gon' let you loose, until I know your ass is dead
Stick you to the f*ckin' ground, make you make that ugly sound
Kick you in your f*ckin' di*k, ain't no f*ckin' witnesses
Lock you in the f*ckin' trunk, while I hit the f*ckin' funk
Now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Comin' out your f*ckin' skull, ho, I'm showin' no f*ckin' love
Ho', you can just suck my di*k 'cause you's a victim of this sh*t

[Verse 4: Lil Fly]
Lil Fly comin' out hard for the '9-4, time to let these busters know
Let these hoes know the score
South Park's in the house from the '93
Now we're gettin' deeper and we're takin' what we wanna, G
Gotta beep my n*gga Slick, get a pack of funky sh*t
Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we gettin' full of it
Hangin' on the boomin' track, better known as Nite-N-Day
Liquor store, right next door, let's go, get a Tanqueray
Funky Town's in my brain, got the Tanq' in my guts
Payne burn a n*gga out, now I gotta bust some nuts
Or bust some f*ckin' caps, and take some busters off the map
Got no feelin' in yo' face from my mighty Glock slap
Damn, he made me break my tone, but then Gangsta came along
That bast*rd made me break my sh*t
Gangsta, let me shoot that b*tch
Takin' turns, peelin' caps, shootin' that buster full of lead
Paramedics came, but they can't help him at the med
A day or two later, words gettin' back to your folks
Now they rushin' to the med, lookin' for the death reports
Got you still stuck and f*cked, oh, they read the cause of the death of Lil' E
Too much lead to the head from Little Fly and Gangsta B

[Outro: Lil Fly & Gangsta Blac]
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherf*cker
To that buster all up on my n*gga dizzick
Yeah, boy, you keep on talkin' that sh*t
You gon' be a victim of a 211
And I ain't scared to turn it to no 187, biatch
Yeah, this Gangsta Blac in this motherf*cker, know what I'm sayin'
This old trick-ass n*gga come to talkin' sh*t
n*gga, we ain't straight, if we was straight, n*gga, we would've been straight when you was talkin' 'bout we wasn't straight, biatch
Know what I'm sayin'