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guy
This guy don't play this guy

because this guy got the record before that guy
DJ, This is bigger than DJ That - and all that bullshit
Niggaz -
thunder, Thundercats
Murder cats, rap like anthrax
Me and South is here nigga stand on back 

[Southstar]
Don't you like how we flip our style
Doing it for
give a penny
I'm out there havin plenny
I'm slangin' shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park 
You can die like Kenny
So try to get some money
give a penny
I'm out there havin plenny
I'm slangin' shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park 
You can die like Kenny
So try to get some money
The money that's comin to feel like I won the Lotto
Now I'm about to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the DJ's, Tell 'em all to quit the replays
Make 'em
Top Quality Productions! Unk Camp! Dj Unk!
Tell Um How To Do It Shawty!

[Unk:]
Catch Da Beat Like Me. Bounce Ya Body Like Dis.
You Can Do It By
to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party
the jealousy need to quit and the hatin should stop
'Cause the third coast ain't never gonna flop, I think not partner

I'm the main event, whoa
I'm the main
There's too many ways to get it if you jokin it ain't funny
If you hatin cause I got it you a god damn dummy
Put yo brain in some books and quit
Worryin
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party
to hit it then quit it, get in and get out
Lay low when you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow
So mean I'll eat glass,
my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet

[DJ Paul]
I swear a lot of niggaz blame me
But a pussy having no goddamn sense, tryna push me
He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes
Hatin' like a baby mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
fucking stand it
Court fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your fucking manners
How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?
These niggas ain't fit
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
(Any fools need to quit)
Playin' hatin' on this two indivituals Versatile quit
2-0-3 be the pino
Code M-A-why-H-E-M, two bold headed Mexicans
In your
or suck up to anyone
I wake up when I want, make our props, get paid out my asshole
My DJ's the mothafuckin' business
Every time he hits me with a beat I'm
talk
Fuck you ol' punk ass, strong enough for a man made ass niggas

I'm a south side nigga, third ward to be exact
Catch me coming down
to quit 
(stop, stop!) 
We up against all odds as we sippin' Hennessy 
avoidin' shady niggas 
quick to blast at racist police 
an to you money hungry
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said