Southside

(feat. Z-Ro, Trae, ClChe, Ghetto)
(talking:)
What uh, Southside for li
What, H-Town baby come on
(Big Mello:)
Watch me come through, taln bout what it do
Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw
Aint nothing changed, see Im still true blue
Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh
Im a damn fool huh, KMJ the crew
Already heavy like a Cheve, bout the feddy
On scrill break limits, shred rappers like confeddi
Grip the damn grain, pinky ring keep it steady
Im the body rocker, represent the Southside
Even when Im high, keep that money on my mind
So I grind, T on my side we gotta *********** **ne
Hoes gon mind, cause they know the ice blind
All the time, see I gotta wreck
Cash a damn check, keep my ************* t up in your deck
The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer
Candy paint *************z, Im the base like primer
What big timer, Big Mello
Big thang *************, stack big pesos
Me and Z-Ro, J and Geno
On the Q track, keep the flow so thoed
Ima body rock ya, from your head to your toe
Boys cant see, Mello and Z-Ro
Only at the show, late night video
Hiram-Clarke/Mo City, what Mafioso
(Z -Ro:)
Ridgemont 4 representer, *************z wonder where I went
Bending corners in a Intrepid, fo do behind tint
Making stacks upon stacks upon stacks, of B. Franklin
Anybody running up on KMJ, will be stanking
I might be shermed out, I might be smoking on that drizzo
Anyway it go, Im still gon put a tag on your big toe
Ask Eugene, we killers with automatic machine
Knocking over walls when we crawl, keeping our mug on mean
If you got a sensitive side, get up out my ride
Cause its sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide
If yous a snitch ************* ************* ****** *******, Im digging your ditch
Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless
Im gonna, give a ************* a headstone
Cause Im after my paper, mama say go get it even though she dead and gone
Smoke and dranking with alphabets, to tighten my lip
With a dirty gar beam for busters, hitting em right in they hip
Im a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla
Even if one of my own gotta fall, ************* yall *************z
Im one of a kind, and aint no ************* got my mind
I dont need a relation*************p , as long as I got my nine
(Trae:)
Tell me the truth, why do these cats be thinking that they could be ******g with us
Really though I dont know , but they dont wanna be running with us
Im out that Southsi for li, for li until I die
KMJ coming up out of the storm, for real that aint no lie
With Dougie D and Z- Ro, we making a pay to break bread
If somebody ******g with Big Mello, my slug hit em in they head
Aint no disrespecting my team, or my teamll get aggravated
All you mark ass mother******s better duck, or you infiltrated
(Ghetto:)
See Im a Dirty South talker, philly blunt sparker
Telling hoes to come on down, like Bob Barker
Never been a stalker, man ************* a *************
All a ************* can do for a pimp, is make me rich
Hit the switch in a mother*************p, with bump in the trunk
I aint tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk
And Im ready to dump, up on a ************* ass **** *********
Cause aint no Bloodn or Cripn, cause we from Texas *************
*********** **t we all about, our cash flow
Dont play no games, or youll end up with a tag up on your big toe
Its that ************* Mello, and that ************* Ghetto
Coming through your backdo, ************* what they hitting fo
Some playas, down here
Dont bring your girl, cause we hot ************* slayers down here
Done hooked up with my ************* Daz Dili, from the mother******g West
Burning holes in you *************z chest, like you was smoking on some stress
Or that bomb-bomb, ************* from Vietnam
************* ring the mother******g alarm, cause its on
I got my ************* JJ, in a zone
************* mother******, tell that **** ********* to bring it on
I dont know why, *************z wanna try but try
But the only think I know, that your *************zll die
If they ******g, with the KMJ click
If you dont like it, get up off the Southside *** ********** *************
(ClChe:)
If you wonder where Im at, this guerilla at
Im *** **********ning in your face, if you haven't seen me yet
Im a Southsi for li, hot girl
Rocking with the Big Mello, and the Crooked Z-Ro
Quick to break the hoes, off
While we dropping tops, we got you dropping your mouth
ClChe representing for the South, the Dirty South
Ask that Q, these haters put em in line
Big Mello above the Cl, Z-Ro on the side of Cl
So Im telling you, aint none of that getting close to Cl
I play with big boys, that move them big thangs
C.D.s and LPs, so we can get a bigger name
KMJ, we gon stick to your brain like cement
Glass get em Monroe, we flyer than bird *************t
Its me, now tell me what you see
A list mouth mother ******, with a cold mouthpiece
R.I.P. to my Gs and chicks, we still swanging them dos
Candy riding on 4s, and *************z poli *************ng they golds
Down here, Southsi for li
Houston Texas, just to make it all clear