Southside

(feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Cl'Che, Ghetto)

(talking:)

What uh, Southside for li'

What, H-Town baby come on

(Big Mello:)

Watch me come through, tal'n bout what it do

Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw

Ain't nothing changed, see I'm still true blue

Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh

I'm 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

I'm the body rocker, represent the Southside

Even when I'm 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, I'm 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

I'ma body rock ya, from your head to your toe

Boys can't 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, I'm 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 it's sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide

If you's a snitch ************* ************* *************, I'm digging your ditch

Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless

I'm gonna, give a ************* a headstone

Cause I'm 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

I'm a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla

Even if one of my own gotta fall, ************* y'all *************z

I'm one of a kind, and ain't no ************* got my mind

I don't 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 don't know, but they don't wanna be running with us

I'm out that Southsi' for li', for li' until I die

KMJ coming up out of the storm, for real that ain't 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

Ain't no disrespecting my team, or my team'll get aggravated

All you mark ass mother******s better duck, or you infiltrated

(Ghetto:)

See I'm 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 ain't tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk

And I'm ready to dump, up on a ************* ass *************

Cause ain't no Blood'n or Crip'n, cause we from Texas *************

*************t we all about, our cash flow

Don't play no games, or you'll end up with a tag up on your big toe

It's that ************* Mello, and that ************* Ghetto

Coming through your backdo', ************* what they hitting fo'

Some playas, down here

Don't 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 it's on

I got my ************* JJ, in a zone

************* mother******, tell that ************* to bring it on

I don't know why, *************z wanna try but try

But the only think I know, that your *************z'll die

If they ******g, with the KMJ click

If you don't like it, get up off the Southside ************* *************

(Cl'Che:)

If you wonder where I'm at, this guerilla at

I'm *************ning in your face, if you haven't seen me yet

I'm 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

Cl'Che 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 I'm telling you, ain't none of that getting close to Cl'

I play with big boys, that move them big thangs

C.D.'s and LP's, 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

It's me, now tell me what you see

A list mouth mother******, with a cold mouthpiece

R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's

Candy riding on 4's, and *************z poli*************ng they golds

Down here, Southsi' for li'

Houston Texas, just to make it all clear