the gut Cuz Im gone off that drank tryna find a chicken cup but Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I keep my glock wit Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due drop
, you don't, yeah We still family right, that's what you leave me to believe But y'all don't understand my life I took Dre down to south beach Just to
nu-thin to lose Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!) [Chorus: Mercedez] You need to get, your life together (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) South
t move at a slow pace Hand us a mic, we move the whole place This for each and every hood Eighteenth Ave, Wedge wood, South side, clean cutz Tell me who
Where my iced out bitches at, right here Where my gold gettin' bitches at, right here Where my silver spoon women at, right here You the shit girl, let that nigga know The rent due
nu thin to lose Pass me a ski mask a glock and my tennis shoes (ungh!) Chorus: Mercedez You need to get your life together (hit em up get em up stick em up) South
to my soul My CD to my show You make a difference that's why (Thank you) I owe it all to you Oh, why (I just wanna) I just wanna say thanks With all due
South side of town with a brick in my hand Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington Patterson, Courtland I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man On the South
in the zone, I lose it, I'll put them blown in fuses There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggaz
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town Blaze up the indo, light the chocolate tye Sittin' on South
they can't understand that shit When you doin' about a buck fifty man But now put that shit goin' perspective for em' though Man, check this out my side hog Due
in the ghetto or should I say, "Lakewood" You better be strapped 'cause them niggaz over there just ain't good Just being a hustler, servin' the loyal customers Rent was due
this soothin' song I'm cruisin' along Still got a Screw tape on Still in the zone Wishin' Cory Blunt was home Ridin' on chrome Bangin' with my bub lights on Ridin' home South
it called? (you know what its called kid) Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?) Yo, hey yo shout out New York Philadelphia my sword talk Praises due
got signed And 50 put me right in the light, it took time Meanwhile, I'm livin' the life Where a **** just might see prison tonight My rent due, baby
The world is yours Hundred million and more (Push it to the limit) Now I run the streets (Ross) They all mine (Ross) Twleve years over due Call it due
' click My nigga talk shit, once my shit go click Man, I've been on the grind, 1 in the head 16 in the nine, I'm extra man The game is mine in due time
yea, yea, can I speak to P? [Guy on phone:] P ain'y here [Pastor Troy:] Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said since