Victory N`Gold

<br>[Lil` O shouting]<br>We bring the smash on you cowards<br>All you boys think we playing<br>We ain`t playing wit you punks<br>We gonna hit ya`ll where it hurts<br>Fuck em` kill em` all<br><br>Lil` O - Chorus 2X:<br>Southside got a hold<br>With any means necssesary, victory n`gold<br>Man fuck these haters they don`t like the way we roll<br>We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold<br>Whoa, Whoa<br><br>[Verse 1- Lil` O]<br>From this day forward the dirty south declares war<br>You boys better harden up like 36 South<br>I`m a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain<br>And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it<br>I ain`t playing wit you niggaz<br>Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz<br>You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver<br>Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver<br>And nigga I deliver, cuz I`m bored with you hoes<br>Knocking on your front door like em dominoes<br>We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame<br>And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name<br>We was all in the game sex, money and murder<br>Southside represented, number one hater hurters<br>Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys<br>By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>[Verse 2- Will Lean of Botany Boys]<br>Victory in gold, applying pressure <br>Until the mystery unfold<br>Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told<br>Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold<br>Froze with bullet holes<br>Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors<br>Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers<br>Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya<br>On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya<br>Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale<br>Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale<br>Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping<br>The side your head starts to chip in<br>And niggaz I`m in it to win it, don`t get offended<br>The plaque and the gold in the hold <br>I`m born a sinner plus we in the middle<br>Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish<br>Thats how we pull the punks<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>[Verse 3- C-Note Of Botany Boys]<br>I`m fuckin over you boys,<br>Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars<br>You wanna fool wit the rules you<br>What you claming red or blue<br>I`d rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean<br>But I gotta have a paper stack<br>Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money<br>Ain`t shit funny give me the keys, give me the G`s<br>Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze<br>I want it all so I can ball<br>I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl<br>It`s war now, take a tip overtime<br>Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine<br>Will Lean always strapped with the beam<br>You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four<br>And nigga C-Note, I`m strapped at all times<br>Yeh I`m always busting nine cuz I`m busting mine<br><br>Chorus 2X