Gone Be Sum Shit

[DJ Paul]<br>Now what you bitches wanna do<br>What you bitches wanna do, talk some shit<br>Get your ass beat black and fucking blue<br>By the new dangerous crew da fucking HeadBussaz<br>They turned us down for weed in they hood<br>Cause they ain`t trust us, them niggas nothing but bustaz<br>They knew we had them skull bussaz, in our back pockets<br>Ready to rob and bust them, you hear me<br>I gotta dust them, off like some old books<br>Cause they fucked around with some old crooks<br>I`m talking bout King, I`m talking bout Fiend<br>I`m talking bout that nigga Juicy on the fucking scene<br>We got these auto`s with them quieter`s twisted at the tip<br>For no sounds, nothing but silence when these bitches rip<br>And rip a bitch head clean from they gold chain<br>Cause these boys had them gassed up like propane<br>I bring the pain like ten Taliban`s on a {plane}<br>And we ain`t quitting until your muthafuckin heart lose, nigga<br><br>[Chorus]<br>If you ain`t from Memphis Tenn., it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some wild muthafuckas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from New Orleans, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some crazy muthafuckas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from Chi Town, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some gang banging niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from ATL, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some scrappin` muthafuckas, who you fucking wit<br><br>[Juicy J]<br>What you know bout the muthafuckin North, North<br>In the hood niggas drinking, smoking Newports<br>All them old school players bumping Too $hort<br>If they got that fire weed, they put in two torts<br>And them killing drug dealers, mane they stay in court<br>For that slanging or that killing or some child support<br>If my nigga go to jail, we gone hold a fort<br>Riding around bumping system with the cd distort<br>You can call me mister d-o-p-e with the glock then I p-o-p<br>Don`t have my change, it`s a d-e-a-d<br>Written on your forehead, don`t fuck me<br>We keep artillery, you might can`t see<br>Hiding in the bushes or a scope in the tree<br>So don`t be playing with that nigga Juicy<br>They might find your body somewhere overseas<br><br>[Chorus]<br>If you ain`t from Houston, Texas, it`s gone to be sum shit<br>They some syrup shipping niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from Mississippi, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some rope hanging niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from Alabama, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some head busting niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from Cashville, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some robbing muthafuckas, who you fucking wit<br><br>[Fiend]<br>Hands down, this for them scams<br>And that are saying by the pound<br>Tilt the scale, we just playing<br>Laying they ass in the ground<br>Gram baggers, coke handlers and lb movers<br>Yeah man, pack your shit<br>Cause I can see right through ya<br>To these bustaz, drug smugglers<br>That`s under the world<br>All for the love of the girl<br>Fuck up my nadir<br>We swirl, quick dust<br>Making off with the furl<br>You step on it three times<br>And do your thang on the world<br>Uh huh only talking what I used to<br>Y`all do what you do<br>Highly grow one seven<br>And we messing with that voodoo<br>Got colors yellow down to the doo doo<br>You wouldn`t short, we could moved you<br>Stick you like some glue too<br>Serve your ass like the lunch line<br>Point blank you want something of mine<br>On the block nothing to find, slide to the alley<br>Don`t need the work badly<br>But fill prescriptions gladly, you heard me<br><br>[Chorus]<br>If you ain`t from Arkansas, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some kidnapping niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from Dallas, Texas, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some Mexican niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from Miami, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some dope pushing niggas, who you fucking wit<br>If you ain`t from St. Louis, it`s gone be sum shit<br>They some pimp juice drankers, who you fucking wit