Southern Takeover

The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is Mayne Welcome to the New World Order Atlanta, Georgia Houston, Texas The south is officially takin' over, he already know Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper Muck a nigga if he figure f**kin' with my figures Makes him richer he should know instead or it'll make him better Than a money f**kin' with my money Get yo money stacked 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 a f**kin' lawyer prosecutin' witnesses We execute and start the shootin', start the lootin' Start the violence, start a riot Get this motherf**ker crunker, crunk as you can get it Pa*s that ho, I'm a hit it outta line, we gon' spit it Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't walk it, you just talk it Pistol totin' and a loadin' that's how smokin' got this dope And I ain't hopin', steady slangin' right on yo trappa block Try your track, set up shop try and stop, pop, pop, pop Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop Hey, hey, hey this ain't about an image, this ain't about a gimmick pus*ys stand to the side now the game got a menace I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest We bummin' on his a*s, we finishin' his sentence I only got a minute, I feelin' about a digit You lookin' at a nigga 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 I'm a H-Town soldier I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon' remind ya If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda told ya father Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems You don't want no problem Get 'em knees shoulda let the fo fo remind 'em Ya you tip on the ride 'em I be ridin' fo fo's on the door beside 'em 6' 6" tall lookin' like he a center 10 tatoos lookin' like he a killa Skinny a*s niggas don't fight with a nigga Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga 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 you hold a mike with the killa Don't mess with the south homie, that's a dream Hallucinate 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 Franklin's frown for me when I stash my cream Pull up in candy paint that match my green Killer, Pastor and Koopa are the master machine Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 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 f**k you take me for? Studio rappers not the fortay, drop my top and bust my AK No more play, N G A yeah, that's a cla*sic Ridin' in the cla*sic tote a mill and I blast 'em Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue Slap me a nigga 'cause I'm motherf**kin' bored Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding Get my desert E's and get to motherf**kin' poundin' Up and down the streets throwin' heat, out the driver's seat Ridin' to the beat tell them nigga just lay weak Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop Just look over your shoulder Let me see who just showed up It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop