Going Down In The South

[Z-Ro:] H-

O-U-S-T-O-

N, T-E-X-A-

S Where you can get good **** good drank, or even get put to rest

Down here we rep the

Screwed Up

Click, or rep the

Swishahouse

And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth

On a paper chase for that big bread,

H.P.D. act like **** heads

Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big red

And we stay draped in

VVS diamonds,

VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to

Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with

Big Steve and

Captain Jack

Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them

Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks

Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that

Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist

Candy blue paint on my ride,

Trouble in the front in the back is

Grace Joseph

McVey that's my name, and

I taste diamonds in my mouth

**** a ***** named

Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the

South [Hook:]

Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass *****es on the track

Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks

It's going down in the

South, (going down in the South)

It's going down in the

South, (going down in the South)

We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks

Six or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet

It's going down in the

South, (going down in the South)

It's going down in the

South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:]

It all started with a tour of the

B.C., to a half of the

O.G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key

You ****** don't know me, you so baloni

You play in the pig pen,

I hang where the folks be

We don't talk to police, leave that to you fonies

Disguised as homies, to get me felonies

I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine

My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean

Been at it since 14, you can't control me

So quit the baloni, 'fore

I go where your folks sleep

Hit your block and it's on

G, the strap sits cozy

It claps but don't speak, leave flats no slowly

So don't provoke me,

I was raised in the struggle

Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle

If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it's double

**** stunting but if you want,

Boss'll teach you how to hustle [Hook] [Z-Ro:]

Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red

And just like

I got partnas that's free,

I got partnas in the

FED I got partnas in the state, for killing ****** or moving weight

I even got ****** in the

Army, in Baghdad and

Kuwait Every block you pass in

H-Town, you gon see a candy ride

Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side

Down here jackers don't hide, they be out all in the open

Therefo' when

I'm in floss mode,

I might shoot anybody that's approaching

Hit a ***** be it a *****, cause

I ain't ready to dig my ditch

Any given time

I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich

Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that

Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black

So **** the laws except

Officer Tony, cause he real

Behind the badge he a

Mo City ***** for life, and that's why we chill

Rest in Peace

Big H.A.W.

K., I think about you all day all night

I'll see you again one day, whenever

I crap out rolling the dice of life [Hook]