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a trick then hit and make em holla holla

[Lil' Flip]
Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles
I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser

[Redd]
Down
This song was first released on the Live at the Sydney Opera House album. 
It is the only album it has been released on.

One Sunday morning as I
drive from me to you south on I-95 and on do it till the day that I die if I need to, just to see you, just to see you 

Hip hop staions fading in and out
Po some mo
On the South Side we stay throoooooowed

[Verse 1: H.A.W.K.]
Smokin and leanin
Hatas plottin and schemin
Sippas be fiendin
Like
Asshole By Nature

[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
they holding me down
But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now
You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up
Your face and detach your jaw,
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
(*talking*)

Screwzoo, what's the deal baby

Lil' Trae up in here, putting it down

Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying

Everybody out here,
the block
I'm in the hundred, Trae in the six, Doug in a drop
Letting it up letting it down, hauling the tops
Two pigeons on the dashboard, snub in
nigga I'm the streets of the South
And ain't no banging over wax, nigga come see me in the hood
In the section where fake is twisted, like the W in wood
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made,
in my mind I gotta paint my picture
You was the realest nigga, Down South
One day we'll meet again, and I'll kick it with ya

[Hook]

[Trae]
For
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down

[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down

[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
wrote this song, to let you know I'm down
I know you know I'm down, I know you know I'll ride for you

[Trae]
I just thought that I'd clear my mind,
no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for
I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a hoe
I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro'
you already know bitch it's PT
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I