Down South (Down South) We independent, niggaz getting rich Yeah we from Down South (Down South) And we be banging Screw [E.S.G.] Enough talk about these
a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7: Young Buck] I'm
switches He's vicious, gear on point and iced out When Santa hit the floor ya know it's lights out From the West to the East up North and down South it
's get this money man, them hos come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros That simple
you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out,
best! We takin' over! Listen! I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia From down
I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like
by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop
da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back
Cos I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E from the CPT on a rhymin spree a straight G Hop back as I pop my top
music up, turn me down Guru.. let's go get 'em again This time it's for the money my nigga Brooklyn, stand up [Verse One] There's never been a nigga
e-yay-e-yay-e-yay) We gonna ride, we gonna roll (I'm a gangster, and I'm ready to roll) (I'll blow your soul away-e-yay-e-yay-e-yay) We gonna ride,
You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it Wessyde, it's bumpin on the East Side It's slammin on the South Side Makin noise
live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for.. Mafia [Notorious B.I.G.] Representin Bucktown Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down Face down
you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me
I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced
