Lyrics:
nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what
a ride
Cause niggaz down south, niggaz ain't playin
Niggaz talk shit, muthafuckas be layin
Down on the ground, just like 8-ball,
Hit you wit yo nuts
you homie, I hope you came prepared
'cause I don't care if you live or phony, 'cause we ain't neva scared
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know
foo's can't stop the real deal
An when you see the tank, fool you better guard yo' grill
'cause No Limit in this to win this
An got a million soldiers
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
the shit, fuckin with these Down South Hustlers
Got Kane and Abel from the east, midwest be servin them cluckers
No Limit soldier at heart, got TRU
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
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way
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
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to my QB crew
My LI crew, my Shaolin crew
My Dirty South crew
(What y'all niggas about the Dirty South?)
Atlanta, North Cakalak'
For all my fam, all
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
[CHORUS x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs cla**ified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
(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
glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall
It's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any
the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarosa
And we can bet on any point on the dice
Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em girl, look I'm nice
{Dirty South} I'm so
' gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
.jpg/300px-Dirty_South_(DJ).jpg "Dirty South")
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