Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner cmon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show Em How The South Do
Gold Grills, Coupe Devilles Sittin On 22s
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Working This Wood Wheel, Yall Dont Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Yall Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It
Your Hood Aint No Harder Than Mine, Bitch, We All Thuggin
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin
I Know Im Country, I Cant Help It Im From Tennessee
Im Throwin Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Yall Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Birds Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G, I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car
Gold Grills, Coupe Devilles Sittin On 22s
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
I Swear On The Souls Of Our Dead Cousins
I Aint Fuckin, Man Im Commin Ak 40s Bustin,
7s And Mack 11s
I Told Em All I Aint No Hoe
But Niggas Dont Listen Till You Kick A Nigga,
Smack Him With That Callico
Im Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas NeedinPath
And Yall Probly Wont Live To See This Weekend,
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, FUckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin The H2, Bitches I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then Its Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
Im In Queens, In Your Lac, With Your Bitch, Gettin High
Gold Grills, Coupe Devilles Sittin On 22s
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Im The King, It Aint No Mystery, So Fuck Yall Niggas Dissin Me
Im Goin Down In History, Im Leavin With A Victory
Yo Baby Momma Kissin Me, Talkin Bout She Missin Me
Since Im A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin Me
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "Ill Back You Down"
Run To Ya Crib And Snach Ya Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Sprees On My Escalade
Im Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin Cheeda, Now We On Another Level
Its Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut Em Down
Gold Grills, Coupe Devilles Sittin On 22s
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Gold Grills, Coupe Devilles Sittin On 22s
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
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