Lyrics

Intro (Low, gritty, Memphis drawl, eerie synths, heavy 808s)
Yuh, it’s that North Memphis hustle, mane,
From the block to the top, blood drip, no shame.
Project Pat vibe, Three 6 in the veins,
Let’s get buck, let’s get crunk, let’s run this game!
Verse 1
Born in the hood, Northside, where the fiends roam,
Crack smoke in the air, broken glass, no home.
Lil’ Pat slangin’ packs, dodgin’ po-po’s beam,
Mama prayin’ nightly, but I’m chasin’ that cream.
From the corner to the crown, I’m the plug, no joke,
Choppas sing, bodies drop, leave ‘em slumped in smoke.
Pimp game colder than a polar bear’s toes,
Hoes walk the track, bringin’ stacks, no clothes.
Chorus (Chanted, hyped, Three 6 style)
I’m the king of the streets, callin’ shots, no heart!
Pimpin’ hoes, slingin’ dope, tear the block apart!
Guns clack, girls trapped, movin’ weight in the dark!
Bribin’ cops, stabbin’ opps, leave ‘em chalked in the park!
Whatever it takes, mane, blood on my blade,
Climbin’ to the top, gettin’ paid, never fade!
Ruthless, buck, coolest cat in the flame,
Hood throne mine, Three 6 runnin’ this game!
Verse 2
Pimpin’ like Goldie, got ‘em lined up, no slack,
Bitches on the blade, bringin’ Pat that fat stack.
Dope game sick, cookin’ bricks in the trap,
Fiends hittin’ pipes, while my plug send the packs.
Glock sales boomin’, AKs, Mac-10s,
Armin’ every hood, let the warfare begin.
Human traffick, movin’ souls ‘cross state lines,
No conscience, just profit, dollar signs in my mind.
Chorus (Chanted, hyped, Three 6 style)
I’m the king of the streets, callin’ shots, no heart!
Pimpin’ hoes, slingin’ dope, tear the block apart!
Guns clack, girls trapped, movin’ weight in the dark!
Bribin’ cops, stabbin’ opps, leave ‘em chalked in the park!
Whatever it takes, mane, blood on my blade,
Climbin’ to the top, gettin’ paid, never fade!
Ruthless, buck, coolest cat in the flame,
Hood throne mine, Three 6 runnin’ this game!
Verse 3
Backstabbers bleed, leave ‘em leakin’ on the curb,
Snitches get stitches, send ‘em straight to the worms.
Cops on my payroll, badges bought with a grin,
Politicians in my pocket, make ‘em dance for the win.
Climbin’ bloody ladders, step on necks to the top,
Every foe’s a ghost, hear the screams never stop.
Memphis born, devil’s horn, I’m the don of the block,
Three 6 flow, Project Pat, keep the Glock on cock.
Bridge (Slowed, menacing, DJ Paul vibe)
Ain’t no love in these streets, just the hustle, no peace,
Cutthroat killer, mane, my heart’s cold as the beast.
Ghosts in my dreams, but I’m laughin’ at the pain,
Coolest in the game, spittin’ fire, bringin’ rain.
Outro (Crunk, hyped, Juicy J ad-libs)
Yuh! Hood throne, mane, I’m sittin’ on high!
Blood on my kicks, watch the bodies pile high!
Three 6 soul, Project Pat, never die!
North Memphis king, with the devil in my eye!
(Get buck, get buck!) Ruthless to the core,
(Crank it up, mane!) Blood spillin’ on the floor!
(Hood throne, yuh!) Coolest in the zone,
Three 6 Mafia style, mane, I’m sittin’ on the throne!