You're Everything
by Bun B

bun b (talking):
Man fo real I love being from this dirty south mane
It made me the G I am today
made me the hustla I am today
the grinda, the baller, the gangsta I am today
A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin from the south and who doin what in the south mane, but ima tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha f**kin where
take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.

bun b:
It's that candy paint, 84s
belts and buckles chrome and grill
leather seats, stitched and tucked
TV screens and wooden wheels
Swade roof, neon lights
whole tire swang and bang
top drop, blades chop
big wheel just hangin man
white ts, fitted hats
jordans under dickies (dickies)
that swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey
15s bammin
and the base keep kickin
cadillac do slammin
on dem 4 4s tippin
we ain't trippin just flippin
these haters dip when they see us (when they see us)
cause they can neva beat us best us or be us
I'm a G thats a genius
besta just respect my thuggin man
it’s the south, ain't nothin above it and thats why I love it mane fo real.

Rick Ross:
Pray at night, we sellin white
Got one key tryna sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit
Yellow bones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib
Money long, that’s on my kids
R.I.P. to my uncle chad
UGK you can’t f**k wit dat
Niggas fake, they hate candypaint
And all the paper that your partner make
Shakin dice like a face of life
Champaign just ain’t tastin right
Haterade they Gatorade
Look at these seats, they gator made
Friend or foe niggas never know (know)
Never know when you finna blow

David Banner:
Do you scrape up the curb
Then was sippin some syrup
Then was blisted, twisted swisha's pimp got in dat herd
But I handle my issue
I got several pistols
That won’t whistle, missles not gristled from fatty tissue
Mississippi’s my home
Till I’m die and I’m gone
I know I put it on my back held dat bitch up alone
Put no label but docking
Pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on heavy bustin back at the crackin
Ya’ll know (Ya’ll know)

8 Ball:
Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B
8 Ball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000
Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy
Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck
So So Def, Jermaine Depri
J Priss, rap-a-lot
Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil Keke
Chamillionaire, Paul Wall
We all different, but we all rep the same thang
God first, family then money in the south mane.

MJG:
They call me pimp tight, MJG
The dirty south, it’s everything I want, everything I need
Everything I’m hungry for
When I’m outta town gotta get home just for it
Everything that I been raised to love
The wheels that my grandmamma gave to us
Racial profilin, police harass are regular days to us
You say door, we say doe
You say four, we say fo
You say whore, we say ho
You want more, but we want mo
What else is there left for me to do
This the dedication from me to you
The south, I know you gonna see me through
So until I die, I wanna be with you
You’re everything.
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