Lyrics:
choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[Chorus: x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got
quart of waters mixed with madness
The dirty, dirty man, some southern bastards
Tell him I'm in a casket
The flow is massive
Fried chicken catfish stew
Yo
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
the best
From the dirty south now
So you know the rest
On fire like a candle
Too hot to handle
I know she bad for me
I just want a sample
She grew up
to hell?
y'all ain't goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I don't care how you livin' it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin'
real soldiers throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up
Fancy cars, diamond rings, bad ass bitches
Lots of cocaine, smokin on the best bud
with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your
put it down and shine
And make the whole world respect my mind
(mind)
I'm the realest soldier you heard about
(uh huh) represent the Dirty South
at high volume
Unnnnnghhh! Where all my no limit soldiers at?
What? What? What? What? Where y'all at?
What? What? What? What? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em
face, never need a skee taste
Knockin off codeine by the case
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
favorite DJ) ooh ooh ooh
(DJ Ill Will) turn this up
I'm a soldier mane, thought I told ya mane
I aim and flame ya, I'm the pro-to pane Ahh
Niggas sizing me
(brought the funk)
East coast (started it)
Dirty South (got it crunk)
The Midwest, the heart of it
Hi Tek, y'all already known what it is
Cincinnati where
chain
Them things
Big like boulders
My rocks cutting up like Taliban soldier
[Big Sam]
Cause down in the dirty it ain't no drama or no beef
Its
fine this just how it's going down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfucking Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty swats got spots
the South get a pass in every section
And walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed
Considered to be a savior and not
dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Pull up in a whip you ain't never ever seen, told you nigga I get it from the Medellin
True soldier
the fuck, nigga, ain't never fuck niggas
Tell 'em that don't wanna play this South shit, okay
ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi
North Carolina, Louisiana,
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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.jpg/300px-Dirty_South_(DJ).jpg "Dirty South")
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