[Talking]
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Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
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D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
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Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill
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I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn
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God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga
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Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga
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You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga
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[Hook: Big Shasta]
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What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
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Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
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What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain
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Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn
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What you know about the South, get on it
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If it's money to be made, then I want it
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A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
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A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it
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[Lil' Flip]
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You ain't know, I could spit it like this
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I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
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Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me
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I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
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I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
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To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police
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I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish
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One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps
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Don't run up on me, I wish you would
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You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood
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From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge
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We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid
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Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray
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I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
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Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
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I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy
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[Hook]
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[C-Note]
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What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out
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The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it
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I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it
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What you know about it
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I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels
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The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills
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Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint
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And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think
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Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy
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I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy
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Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em
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Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums
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Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
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You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
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But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do
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So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue
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[Hook]
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[D-Red]
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It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga
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You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga
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Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy
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Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany
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I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy
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Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy
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Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love
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Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up
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Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'
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Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes
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Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips
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Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip
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To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy
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Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy
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We making cash brah, we make it last brah
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Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah
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[Hook]
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The Souf
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| Lil' Flip |
