We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen
What goes around comes around
To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar
And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high
Y'all niggas remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee
Crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you
With bricks on the Greyhound, spree's on my escalade
Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
Some soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground
I know I'm country, I can't help it, I'm from Tennessee
I left them niggas needin' path
Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is
I told 'em all I ain't no hoe
It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down
Let them Fagots rape you
Yo' baby Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
You know my niggas hold me down
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
I'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me
That your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch
Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy
I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
But I had to show these fagots
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
But Young Buck been A G', I give a fuck who you be boy
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
Smack him with that Callico
Tell them bitches come and get me
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the south do
I represent H-Town, still run the underground
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin' Mash out
Like 50, I'll Back You Down
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
Now you keep talkin' shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me
'Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
I'm tryin' to stay in God's plan
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' with a victory
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
I hit the dro' a lil more and then I pass out
The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start bustin'
I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and Mack 11's
We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
'Cuz I was born in this bitch to tie
But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga
