Southern Takeover [Album]

The sound of revenge haha Woo tell em what it is mayne (Tell em what it is) Welcome to the New World Order Atlanta Georgia Houston Texas The south is officially taking over (He already know) Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) It's the mister fo fifth told em Cooking coke with baking soda Dub roller pro smoker Wood gripper pistol whipper Muck a nigga if he figure Fucking with my figures Makes him richer he should know Instead it'll make him better than a slimy fucking with my money Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school On a bright and sunny Sunday This ain't funny I ain't joking bout my coke and package come up shorter Might kidnap yo wife and daughter Bury them down deep in Georgia No D A's a fucking lawyer prosecuting witnesses We exciting start the shooting start the looking Start the violence start a riot Get this motherfucker crunker crunk as you can get it Pass that dro I'm a hit it Outta line we gon spit it Spit it vivid cause I live it You don't walk it you just talk it Pistol toting and a loading That's how smoking got this dope And I ain't hoping steady slanging Right on yo trapper block Try your trap set up shop Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop (Pop pop pop) Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Hey hey this ain't about an image This ain't about a gimmick Pussy stand to the side Now the game got a menace. I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest We bumming on his ass He ain't finishing his sentence I only got a minute I feeling about a digit You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish You need to mind your business If you ain't about your business I'm a H-town soldier I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gone remind ya If you ain't getting it you shoulda told ya father Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems You don't want no problem (Problem) Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em Ya you tip on the ride em I be riding fo fos on the door beside em 6 6 tall looking like he a center Tear tatoos looking like he a killer Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga Pull out a billfold put a price on a nigga I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga From the car to his pocket then right in your liver Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killer Don't mess with the south homie that's a dream Hallucinate or imagining so Double XL with the gats I mean Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine And you know that southern cash is mean Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream Pull up in candy paint that match my green Killer pastor and Koopa are the master machine Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Y'all know me it's PT Well I un huh and all of that Black on black with black tip I can't help but represent. I'm not content I want more Who the fuck you take me for Studio rappers not the fortay Drop my top and bust my AK No more play in G A Yeah that's a classic Riding in the classic Toting me a classic Send em to the casket Send em to the morgue Slap me a nigga cause I'm motherfucking bored Chamillionaire I camoflouge in my surrounding Get my desert E's and get to motherfucking pounding Up and down the streets Throwing heat out the driver's seat Riding to the beat Tell them nigga just lay weak Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (Showed up) It's the southern takeover (It's over) You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top Try and stop (Pop pop pop) Conversation