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Intro
Gun c*cking, shots fired.
Chamillionaire
The sound of revenge, haha.
Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is).
Pastor Troy
Welcome to the New World Order.
Atlanta, Georgia.
Chamillionaire
Houston, Texas, he already know.
Pastor Troy
The south is takin over.
Chorusx2 Chamillionaire
Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Look and see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top try and stop (blot blot blot)
Killer Mike
It's the mister fo fifth(45)toter
Cookin coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker
Wood gripper,pistol whipper.
mic tha nigg* if he figure
fkin with my figures.
Makes him richer, he should know.
Instead of, it'll make him deader than the money fkin with my money.
Get yo money stack right outta sunday school
On a bright and sunny sunday.
This ain't funny.
I ain't jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter.
Might kidnap yo wife and daughter.
Bury them down deep in Georgia.
No D.A.s or fkin lawyers prosecutin.
Witnesses We excutin, start the shootin, start the lootin,
Start the violence, start a riot.
Get this motherfker crunker, crunk as you can get it.
Pass that dro, I'm a hit it.
Outta line, wig i split it it,
spit it vivid, cause i live it.
You don't walk it, you just talk it.
Pistol totin, and unloadin.
That's how snowin' got this dope
And i aint holdin, steady slangin
Right on yo trappa block.
Take your trap, set up shop.
Try and stop (blot blot blot).
Chorus
Chamillionaire
Hey hey, this ain't about an image.
This ain't about a gimmick.
p*ssys stand to the side.
Now the game got a menace.
I d*mn say tha city that I claim is not the realest.
We bombin on his ass.
Wait fo the s**t to sentence.
I only got a minute.
If it ain't about a digit.
You lookin at a nigg* like I ain't about to get it.
I'm lookin at the money like I ain't about to finish.
So You need to mind your business.
If you ain't about your business.(Ughn)
I'm a H-town soldier.
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm gon remind ya.
If you me gettin it shoulda told you about a.
nigg* chamillionaire thats fo show a problem.
You don't want no problem (problem).
Got amnesia should let the fo fo remind em.
Ya you tip on the ride em.
we ridin fo fos on the door beside em.
6' 6" tall lookin like he a center.
Tear tatoos lookin like he a killa.
Skinny as* don't fight with a nigg*.
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigg*.
I'll have his kinfolk put a knife in a nigg*.
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 a killa mic with the killa.
Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream,
You hallucinating 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'll match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa mayne cha-ching.
Chorus
Pastor Troy
Y'all know me, it's PT.
Well I hunt 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 fk you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay.
drop my top and bust my AK.
No mo play,in G.A
Yeah, that's a classic.
Ridin in a classic.
Tot'in me a blaster
Send em to the casket.
Send em to the morgue.
Slap me a nigg* cause i'm motherfkin bored.
Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding.
Get my desert e'z(eagle) and get to motherfkin poundin.
Up and down the streets,
Throwin heat, out the driver's seat,
Ridin to the beat,
Tell them nigg* that they weak.
Chorus x2