The South

(*talking*)<br>Yeah we back nigga, S.L.A.B<br>Slow Loud And Bangin` mayn, Yung Redd<br>My nigga Trae yeah, I`m just saying though mayn<br>Still the money making money, grind<br>Still out here, in this rap game<br>You niggaz days is out, you know I`m tal`n bout<br>I`m just addressing the situation, know I`m saying<br>For y`all ain`t know, it is plex nigga what`s up<br><br>[Hook]<br>I been through every hood, I stood on every block<br>But welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout<br>Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop<br>So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout<br>I been through every hood, I stood on every block<br>So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout<br>Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop<br>21 gun salute, and we clear the parking lot<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>It`s the corner that`s where I stay, a concrete jungle but it`s where I play<br>With a second to die but a minute to pray, when you in H-Town watch what you say<br>South Coast on down to MLK, lot of motherfuckers die everyday all day<br>Better walk right planning on walking our way, then you better have a conversation with the AK<br>Nigga fuck foreign these niggaz don`t play, gangsta type niggaz like Boss and Trae<br>Lil B and Redd gon empty that lead, don`t matter if it`s night time or in broad day<br>Rolling in a mission coming down Broadway, bout to dump on a chump 17 the hard way<br>Out of respect we don`t trip on the Lord`s day, but anyday could be go to war day<br>We got Crips and Bloods and clips and drugs and, sheisty ass niggaz that`ll rob they cousins<br>And punk police that be spitting no peace, acting like hoes all I know`ll cock they dozens<br>So I ride on niggaz and disquise on niggaz, but always keep my eyes on niggaz<br>I don`t wanna have to pull a five on niggaz, bet the motherfuckers it`ll be a crime won`t it<br><br>[Yung Redd]<br>You could say I`m on that Kay Slay shit, I`m a motherfucking drama king<br>I ain`t gotta sing, bout all them guns that I`ma bring<br>So it seems, you niggaz it`s Halloween<br>No gangstas just masks, I don`t know them Clover G`s naw<br>If you thinking I`m slipping then try, sleep with them heaters beside me<br>Me and them killas is riding, uh-huh<br>Toss what you think I mean, 7-1-3 is the name of my team<br>This ain`t a game them nines`ll bang, it`ll rain and split your frame<br>Yung Redd, is still the best kept secret<br>You so far from the hood, this beef shit is your weakness yeah<br>Give respect, where respect due<br>Fuck what the rest do, Sucka Free I move with select few<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Trae]<br>It`s drama in any kind of whether, you better duck `fore the heat come get ya<br>Everybody suspect so we gon load the Mack up, with some`ing that`ll burn when it hit ya<br>Bitch I`ma get ya, and it ain`t no way you niggaz fin to come cross my set<br>Assholes coming out of mother nature, with hands that`s known to wreck<br>Fucking with my slab and I`m known to plex, pop my trunk and I cause a mess<br>Four 15`s and a bitch on top of the grill, I might put your shit to rest<br>By the way that I tip my slab, jelly slab when I flip my AVE<br>Whether South gon connect with the West, with nothing less then wood wheel I grab<br>You say you thoed but don`t make me laugh, bitch we been raw on the mic<br>Y`all had y`all second of fame to try to run the game, but now we bout to go on and take flight<br>I`m a SK G and a leader of the wolfpack, so I`m about to get the hood back<br>Right where we started yep now we got the hood back, so these niggaz wanna pull back<br>Just like I thought you niggaz ain`t built for this, the type of shit you on you get killed for this<br>And that`s gangsta I put it on my click, so niggaz don`t get fooled you ain`t real with this<br><br>[Lil B]<br>These niggaz know they good, to get dropped in the hood<br>Let`s get it understood, I floss with Boss and grip wood<br>Four deep and corner to corner, and every city to city<br>I bleed blocks with rocks, showing `em no pity<br>I`m still that nigga, that ride or die for the Southside<br>You get to tripping, this wood gon ripping your mouth wide<br>Open and scoping, poking `em in your brain<br>Yelling out A.B.N. South Klique, cause that`s the gang<br>Nigga I got killas from Acre Shakers, to the South-West<br>Sunnyside 3rd Ward, niggaz`ll rip your chest<br>Plus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City killas<br>Riding for Lil B, better go get your guerillas<br><br>[J-Doe]<br>You ride around, on your little ass dubs<br>With your little ass thugs, with your little ass mugs<br>With your lil` bitty guns, with your lil` bitty slugs<br>It`s J-Doe S-Dub-V, you heard of us<br>When I jump on the track, with S.L.A.B. I`m murderers<br>Since Trae got my name hot, now they curious<br>But I`ve been on the block, and niggaz wasn`t feeling us<br>Ever since we pulled a three out, they see we serious<br>And I keep that thang with me, like my nigga Boss bang-bang<br>Down South nigga, sitting on 4`s and we swang-swang<br>Down a pint smoke some dro, and still try to maintain<br>Born to see the the mood of Houston now, about to do my thang<br><br>[Boss]<br>Pick up ya pace better pick up ya face, Boss in the house bout to stick up the place<br>Let the glock go hick-up in ya face, nigga when the Maab step up in the place<br>Niggaz trying to get paid from fifty states, niggaz got pack for sales off the scale<br>You try to stop a nigga dope sale, post my licks up in the hotel<br>Got a few fiends I know that won`t tell, trying to sit low with stacks of mo` mail<br>Sco` by the barrell and green by the bail, cool and the cut no time for no gel<br>Fresh bandanas Chuck`s and pig tails, trying to find me a new trip we can bail<br>Gotta get paid with no time to fail, gotta flip another double whole sale<br><br>[Hook]