[Young Buck]
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Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
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G-unit in this bitch, G-unit in this bitch
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The dirty, dirty
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Show 'em how the south do
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Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
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The dirty, dirty baby
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Show 'em how the south do
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We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
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And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
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Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel
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Just come to cashville, ya'll gon see how hood it is
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We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen
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We goto prison, but get out and go back to get in it
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Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
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We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin'
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I know i'm country, i cant help it i'm from tennessee
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I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies
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Ya'll niggas remember me? not because the bird's tennekee
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But Young Buck been a g', i give a fuck who you be boy
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I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
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To be a star, all you need is a pyrex jar
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Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
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Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
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The dirty, dirty baby
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Show 'em how the south do
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We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
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And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
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[David Banner]
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I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's
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I ain't fuckin, man i'm commin ak 40's bustin'
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7's and mack 11's
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I told 'em all i ain't no hoe
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But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga
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Smack him with that callico
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I'm tryin to stay in gods plan
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But i hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch!
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I left them niggas needin'path
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And ya'll probly won't live to see this weekend
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Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out
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I hit the dro' a lil more and then i pass out
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Crashin' the h2, bitches i hate you
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Now u keep talkin shit, i kidnap and ducktape you
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Let them faggots rape you
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Then it's back to mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
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Tell them bitches come and get me
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Cuz i was born in this bitch to die
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I'm in queens, in your 'lac, with your bitch gettin' high
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[Young Buck]
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Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
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The dirty, dirty baby
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Show 'em how the south do
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We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
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And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
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[Lil Flip]
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I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck ya'll niggas dissin' me
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I'm goin' down in history, i'm leavin' with a victory
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Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
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Since i'm a star, when i hit the door, they never friskin' me
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Cuz i pack a pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 "ill back you down"
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Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground
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You know my niggas hold me down, what goes around comes around
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I represent h-town, still run the underground
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With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade
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I'm glad i made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
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Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level
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It's clover g and G-unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down
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[Young Buck]
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Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
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The dirty, dirty baby
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Show 'em how the south do
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We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
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And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
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Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
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The dirty, dirty baby
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Show 'em how the south do
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We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
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And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
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Welcome To The South Featuring Lil' Flip & David Banner
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| Young Buck |
