Southern Takeover |
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Southern Takeover Lyrics |
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 [Intro] Gun cocking, shots fired. [Chamillionaire] The sound of revenge, haha. Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is). [Pastor Troy] Welcome to the New World Order. Atlanta, Georgia. [Chamillionaire] Houston, Texas, he already know. [Pastor Troy] The south is takin over. [Chorus x2 - Chamillionaire] Just look over your shoulder (shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (showed up) It`s the southern takeover (its over) You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop) [Killer Mike] It`s the mister fo fifth told em Cookin coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker Wood gripper, pistol whipper. Muck a nigga if he figure F**kin with my figures. Makes him richer, he should know. Instead, it`ll make him better than a money f**kin with my money. Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school On a bright and sunny sunday. This ain`t funny. I ain`t jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter. Might kidnap yo wife and daughter. Bury them down deep in Georgia. No D.A.s a f**kin lawyer prosecutin witnesses. We excutin, start the shootin, start the lukin, Start the violence, start a riot. Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it. Pass that dro, I`m a hit it. Outta line, we gon spit it, spit it vivid, cause i live it. You don`t walk it, you just talk it. Pistol totin, and a loadin. That`s how smokin got this dope And i aint hopin, steady slangin Right on yo trappa block. Take your track, set up shop. Try and stop (pop pop pop). [Chorus] [Chamillionaire] Hey hey, this ain`t about an image. This ain`t about a gimmick. P**sys stand to the side. Now the game got a menace. I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest. We bummin on his ass. He ain`t finishin his sentence. I only got a minute. I feelin about a digit. You lookin at a nigga like I ain`t about to get it. I`m lookin at the money like I ain`t about to finish. You need to mind your business. If you ain`t about your business. I`m a H-town soldier. I`m a come with the trunk up yeah I`m a gon remind ya. If you ain`t gettin it you shoulda told ya father. Nigga chamillionaire never show no problems. You don`t want no problem (problem). Get em g`ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em. Ya you tip on the ride em. I be ridin fo fos on the door beside em. 6` 6" tall lookin like he a center. 10 tatoos lookin like he a killa. Skinny ass niggas don`t fight with a nigga. Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga. I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga. From the car to his pocket then right in your liver. Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle. Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa. Don`t mess with the south homie, thats a dream, Hallucinate or imagining so. Double XL with the gats I mean, Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine. And you know that southern cash is mean. Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream. Pull up in candy paint that match my green. Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine. [Chorus] [Pastor Troy] Y`all know me, it`s PT. Well I hunt and all of that, Black on black, with black tip. I can`t help but represent. I`m not content, I want more. Who the f**k you take me for? Studio rappers not the fortay. I drop my top and bust my AK. No mo play, nigga NGA. Yeah, that`s a classic. Ridin in the classic. Tote a mill, and I blast em. Send em to the casket. Send em to the morgue. Slap me a nigga cause i`m motherf**kin bored. Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding. Get my desert E`s and get to motherf**kin poundin. Up and down the streets, Throwin heat, out the driver`s seat, Ridin to the beat, Tell them nigga just lay weak. [Chorus x2] |
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