Welcome to the South

Now you keep talkin' shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
I hit the dro' a lil more and then I pass out
Smack him with that Callico
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
Like 50, I'll Back You Down
I left them niggas needin' path
But Young Buck been A G', I give a fuck who you be boy
'Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around
With bricks on the Greyhound, spree's on my escalade
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout

I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's

Some soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car
Crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin' Mash out

Let them Fagots rape you
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
Yo' baby Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
I know I'm country, I can't help it, I'm from Tennessee
Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend

That your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch

We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
'Cuz I was born in this bitch to tie
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the south do
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga

You know my niggas hold me down
I'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me
7's and Mack 11's
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me
I told 'em all I ain't no hoe

We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do
Y'all niggas remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start bustin'

And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
What goes around comes around
Tell them bitches come and get me
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's
But I had to show these fagots
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it

I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' with a victory
The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do
Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it
I represent H-Town, still run the underground
It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down
To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is
I'm tryin' to stay in God's plan