[Lil' O shouting]
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We bring the smash on you cowards
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All you boys think we playing
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We ain't playing wit you punks
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We gonna hit ya'll where it hurts
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Fuck em' kill em' all
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[Chorus x2: Lil' O]
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Southside got a hold
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With any means necssesary, victory n'gold
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Man fuck these haters they don't like the way we roll
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We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold
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Whoa, Whoa
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[Verse 1: Lil' O]
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From this day forward the dirty south declares war
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You boys better harden up like 36 South
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I'm a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain
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And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it
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I ain't playing wit you niggaz
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Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz
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You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver
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Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver
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And nigga I deliver, cuz I'm bored with you hoes
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Knocking on your front door like em dominoes
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We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame
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And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name
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We was all in the game sex, money and murder
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Southside represented, number one hater hurters
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Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys
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By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2: Will Lean of Botany Boys]
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Victory in gold, applying pressure
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Until the mystery unfold
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Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told
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Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold
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Froze with bullet holes
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Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors
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Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers
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Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya
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On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya
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Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale
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Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale
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Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping
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The side your head starts to chip in
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And niggaz I'm in it to win it, don't get offended
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The plaque and the gold in the hold
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I'm born a sinner plus we in the middle
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Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish
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Thats how we pull the punks
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: C-Note Of Botany Boys]
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I'm fuckin over you boys,
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Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars
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You wanna fool wit the rules you
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What you claming red or blue
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I'd rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean
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But I gotta have a paper stack
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Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money
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Ain't shit funny give me the keys, give me the G's
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Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze
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I want it all so I can ball
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I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl
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It's war now, take a tip overtime
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Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine
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Will Lean always strapped with the beam
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You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four
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And nigga C-Note, I'm strapped at all times
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Yeh I'm always busting nine cuz I'm busting mine
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[Chorus x2]
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Victory N' Gold
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Lil' O |