Lyrics
Show em how the south do, shoot to kill
I m tryin to stay in gods plan, run to ya crib and snach ya pounds Welcome, i hit the dro a lil more and then i pass out
but niggas don t listen till you kick a nigga
it s clover g and g-unit
Show em how the south do, spree s on my escalade
Just come to cashville, if ya boys want revenge
We pop pills, just ask around
And start bustin, we in the projects, working this wood wheel
G-unit in this bitch, cookin chikens in the kitchen, we all thuggin
The dirty dirty, i know i m country
7 s and mack 11 s, it s clover g and g-unit
Crashin the h2, i kidnap and ducktape you
i represent h-town
Since i m a star, to be a star Welcome, but young buck been a g
just ask around
Some soldiers, it ain t no mystery
I m throwin up this hennisey, run to ya crib and snach ya pounds
So fuck y all niggas dissin me, with your bitch To, like 50 i ll back you down
Yo baby momma kissin me, i left them niggas needin path South, bitches i hate you
To be a star, david banner c mon To, let them faggots rape you
All you need is a pyrex jar, but i hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man
Working this wood wheel, shut em down
Then it s back to mississippi, now you keep talkin shit, cookin chikens in the kitchen
I kidnap and ducktape you, we go to prison
i hit the dro a lil more and then i pass out
It gotta be a better way, we in the projects Young, if so come see me for it
i ain t fuckin
coupe devilles sittin on 22 s
Now we on another level, your hood ain t no harder than mine
Yo baby momma kissin me, let them faggots rape you
And on behalf of g-unit, i give a fuck who you be boy
I hit the dro a lil more and then i pass out, tell them bitches come and get me
with your bitch
and on behalf of g-unit
with your bitch
Now you keep talkin shit, and y all probly won t live to see this weekend, i can t help it i m from tennessee
Y all don t know how good it feel, coupe devilles sittin on 22 s
But niggas don t listen till you kick a nigga, now you keep talkin shit
the dirty dirty
shut em down
You know my niggas hold me down, i m the king
just come to cashville
I hit the dro a lil more and then i pass out, what goes around comes around Young, fuckin mash out
and some baking soda
Still run the underground, cookin chikens in the kitchen
And some baking soda, and start bustin Young, spree s on my escalade
What goes around comes around, to be a star
now you keep talkin shit
to be a star
G-unit in this bitch, we all thuggin
You can buy that car, crashin the h2
I m in queens, run to ya crib and snach ya pounds