[Lil' O shouting] We bring the smash on you cowards All you boys think we playing We ain't playing wit you punks We gonna hit ya'll where it hurts Fuck em' kill em' all
Lil' O - Chorus 2X: Southside got a hold With any means necssesary, victory n'gold Man fuck these haters they don't like the way we roll We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold Whoa, Whoa
[Verse 1- Lil' O] From this day forward the dirty south declares war You boys better harden up like 36 South I'm a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it I ain't playing wit you niggaz Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver And nigga I deliver, cuz I'm bored with you hoes Knocking on your front door like em dominoes We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name We was all in the game sex, money and murder Southside represented, number one hater hurters Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys
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[Verse 2- Will Lean of Botany Boys] Victory in gold, applying pressure Until the mystery unfold Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold Froze with bullet holes Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping The side your head starts to chip in And niggaz I'm in it to win it, don't get offended The plaque and the gold in the hold I'm born a sinner plus we in the middle Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish Thats how we pull the punks
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[Verse 3- C-Note Of Botany Boys] I'm fuckin over you boys, Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars You wanna fool wit the rules you What you claming red or blue I'd rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean But I gotta have a paper stack Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money Ain't shit funny give me the keys, give me the G's Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze I want it all so I can ball I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl It's war now, take a tip overtime Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine Will Lean always strapped with the beam You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four And nigga C-Note, I'm strapped at all times Yeh I'm always busting nine cuz I'm busting mine
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Lil' O - Chorus 2X: Southside got a hold With any means necssesary, victory n'gold Man fuck these haters they don't like the way we roll We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold Whoa, Whoa
[Verse 1- Lil' O] From this day forward the dirty south declares war You boys better harden up like 36 South I'm a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it I ain't playing wit you niggaz Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver And nigga I deliver, cuz I'm bored with you hoes Knocking on your front door like em dominoes We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name We was all in the game sex, money and murder Southside represented, number one hater hurters Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys
Chorus 2X
[Verse 2- Will Lean of Botany Boys] Victory in gold, applying pressure Until the mystery unfold Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold Froze with bullet holes Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping The side your head starts to chip in And niggaz I'm in it to win it, don't get offended The plaque and the gold in the hold I'm born a sinner plus we in the middle Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish Thats how we pull the punks
Chorus 2X
[Verse 3- C-Note Of Botany Boys] I'm fuckin over you boys, Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars You wanna fool wit the rules you What you claming red or blue I'd rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean But I gotta have a paper stack Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money Ain't shit funny give me the keys, give me the G's Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze I want it all so I can ball I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl It's war now, take a tip overtime Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine Will Lean always strapped with the beam You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four And nigga C-Note, I'm strapped at all times Yeh I'm always busting nine cuz I'm busting mine
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