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in the south,
Body rock with me Fat Pat said it best,
Everybody know I’m the man I don’t fake a bird chest,
Keep it real homie you should get real back

Feel Me

Dirty South gotta Feel Me East coast  gotta Feel Me West Coast gotta Feel Me gotta feel me

Verse 1

When I come around
We cbout To Get Down

and thugs
Phone taps and plugs
Rats and bugs
Stacks of dubs
My grandmomma good
I block through my hood
I stopped by da store
I rolled up the good
I growed up

where you
Better watch yo back now
Cause nigga, laws nigga the code we live by
Don't wait for later, get it now
Boy it's do or die i nigga, be's nigga
I

an its
Going for the low point guard give an go you dont know my struggle
How i get it out da gutta an my momma miss my brother nigga chea
An my momma miss

Da Bull dill I arrived and survived through the jungles with Apes/lil niqqa cocky soul with the humblest face/I sat at the table nvr mumbled

fuss ant try nu  fight
We just try nu hussle true the night 
Once that money coming 
In we be all right



I done been there, done da, 
I ain't going

wanna harass a nigga
Pass a nigga by but the outer
Look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin
To look in my tint
Project moving

But ya some fucker got it so I stole
You got some ice dude from buildin only in the day

Yeah i told ya thats a thing cause I want to get rich I got

Chubby Lil nigga I ain't get no hoes
Now I got bitches just calling me handsome, and dey wanna fuck me cuz my pockets swole.
But Dey did not want me when I

talking bout
I give em' the walk around
Im smoking it by the pound
That stick in the Louie now
Cause they never pat it down
Different weed different

All you chicken head hoes get
Yo ass off the floor

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah

Say hi, blow kisses
Throw my wishes
Get the gist
Don't fly by this
It's been a trip
It's been a minute
They can't hide cause I'm within them
Want some

you watchin me homie better clean ya lense 
What you see is what you get bitch I get it in
Ain't no freezin up when them people spend da bend 
I take my

cause I know how a bitch get when she in her feelings
I get in my bag to masquerade the way that I been feeling
I slid by yo house and saw a amg parked in

a NcSCcR 

Whole gang Tddd up 

No Migos this is Pat Ron 

It cost to hang wit bosses n you can't afford da tab 

Take yo Nigga by mistake n prolly still

Industry's defying  net
Get woke ppl
Our youth is dyin
Get woke gov
Our countries crying
Get woke world
We're tired of the lyin.

Bitches, not ladies 
I mean

how you doing 
To its bad blood 
Jealousy's a bad drug 
I get da dope by liter 
Pies and pies 
La cocaina 
Hold thy nina 
cvoid la policia 
With

lambo, top down
Violate, get shot down
I live by the codes you follow
I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow
I come from the street where
There's strong

a fade away
Life falls in line when I call the play
Pat Riley
My soul shine it's Showtime like Magic
That slow grind I stay on mine ain't no stopping this

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Down South Bounce

2001

Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggas on the rope, got your ho on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga

civilians
It used to be a street code nigga
Behind da line like a free throw
Nigga get money like mitch
I could never be a bitch you a snake like rico nigga

used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew,

Poet Laureate

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls