1.The Intro(Walk Like Y'all Talk It)
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
(verse 1)： eleven twenty-nine
Ya'll niggas better get fo' real (whassup)
Ya'll niggas know bullets kill (whassup)
Ya'll muggin' with ya'll grills (whassup)
Don't make me weigh this steel (whassup)
Some of ya'll be trippin' dope (whassup)
Now what you wanna go and do this fo' (whassup)
See them niggas kicking in yo do' (whassup)
Punk bitch nigga on the flo' (whassup)
I'm the kinda nigga that be ready (whassup)
Smoked out still chiefing on ghetty (whassup)
Ya'll kinda niggas just don't scare me (whassup)
？？？ ？？？ come and get me (whassup)
Peep a nigga been deep in the game (whassup)
And a bullet ain't got no name (whassup)
Ya'll niggas wanna get some fame (whassup)
We ain't gone play the same (whassup)
Slip the clip in the gat, then i roll
Where them muthafuckin' niggas be hanging at (whassup)
Come around to the back (whassup), what was that？ (whassup)
Put the slugs in the pipe, rat-tat-tat (whassup)
Some of ya'll niggas just be talking game,
Recognized for the shit you said (whassup)
You the kinda nigga let it go to yo head (whassup)
Step to me wrong get popped in the head (whassup)
Hook 1x：
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me showin luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
(verse 2)： big boy
Where my niggas from the east？, where my niggas from the west？
Bulletproof niggas wearing bulletproof vests
Niggas with the clout, where my niggas in the south
Big boy back with the grill in his mouth
100 golds nigga how we do it in the south
M-e-m-p to the h-i-s
We gone fire, muthafucka it don't stop
Burn baby burn, we gone rise to the top
Ghetto made niggas living to make hits
Sippin on some remi coz we stay gettin' lit'
Fried in the brain coz i smoked that shit
Real muthafuckers know we gotta get it, oh oh
Coming through this bitch finna lay 'em on down
Mug on my face cause i keep a mean frown
Tennessee now a nigga atl bound
Mug on my face when i mob through a crowd
Hand on my gat nigga get to loud
Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow,
Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, pow pow
You can come up missing, if a nigga gotta bust the gat
I'm finna unload my 4-5,
Cause my automatic finna come bring the drama
So you niggas represent or you gone die
Hook 1x：
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
Verse 3： pastor troy
Okay, they had hung me up on they cross for 3 days
I came down and went at they boss with the a.k.
Bullets ringing, i'm maintaining a steady grin
I'm killing him, i'm killing her, and any friends
When it begin i didin't know how to fucking act
You was so real, so treal, so fucking whack
If its like that, i'ma go and suit up bitch
You talk that gangsta shit
I am that gangsta shit
I got a army buddy, ready to kill you
I'm bustin' mildew, i knock yo' grill through
Cause i done proved that proof ain't need no evidence
I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and i represent
Ready
Hook till end：
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
2.Ghetto Raised
(police sirens)...
Hook：4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 1： (pastor troy)
I'm from the ghetto, jerry springer, bet
Bout a million muthafuckers in there trapped with me
Tryin' to make a little cheese, fo' these coppers back up
Got a half of that butter tucked deep off in my nutts
Bopping coolers muthafuckers, there's no one to impress
All these niggas want to know is who yah yo the best
When i get fresh, i get fresh, the ballads and all
B-a double l-y, it's not at yo' mall
Southern drawed from the ghetto, my level is lower
From georgia, i'm ready, a rider, a soulja
Jehovah, please help me to grow up
Cause see i'm from the ghetto and i don't give a fuck
Hook ： 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 2： (11：29)
I make these bitches drop, thinking that we not
Go and call the cops, burning up my spot
Don't make me have to call, my niggas on, ya'll
We gone make 'em fall, gotta spray 'em all
Eleven dub nine, past me that nine
Cocking back that nine, who you said dying？
All about these dollars, ghetto passed scholars
Bullets make 'em holla, know we got them stoppers
Take 'em to the limit, now we all in it
Soon as i finish, you gone see whose winning
Busting off these guns, bet i make you run
Look at how we come, you don't want none
Ghetto nigga
Hook ： 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 3：
Everyday it's the same, waking up and blow me some jane
Wash my face and count my money and go and serve me some cane
Ghetto living in my name, ghetto blood in my veins
Ghetto niggas ain't gone change, ghetto niggas hang in game
From atlanta to memphis niggas be throwin' them thangs
From maclamo to decatur we be pushin' that bang
From the g to the h-e double t-o,
Buckin niggas down cause it just don't go
Ghetto muthafuckers living in poverty,
Take this if a nigga fuck wit me
A semi-automatic, 2 clips or 3, teach you not to mess with me
Cause it might be a tragedy, from georgia to tennessee
You know i'm getting high putting niggas in a coma
When i get to bucking, i'ma buck 'er like i wanna
The repruccusion bludge in
Then we gonna rush in leave the dog crying to his momma
Hook ： 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
3.The Congregation
Uh-huhh-huhh-huhh-huh
Come on？uh-huhh-huh
Hook： 2x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
Verse 1： eleven twenty-nine
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
We rollin' wit' dis in the trunk
Told 'em when we hit the streets that we gone make 'em all jump
Kept 'em crunk
Screaming out the congregation off the whip
Popping clips
Haters trip
Have some shit to make 'em dip
Turn out these shows
Got these hoe's shaking ass now
This just how we got 'em now
Pimping got 'em breaking out
Stop 'em with these dicks
We ghetto building on my block and stuff
Break 'em off when we getting buff
Stepping off in this thing what
Too much for the ？？？
We conducting like a firm
Told y'all haters it's our turn
See we on fire
Just watch and learn
This the way that we gone do it from the south
Nigga whatever here on out
In the game s.m.k. gone put 'em level
Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)
Hook： 4x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
Verse 2： t-mac
I wonder what would jesus do, if he was in my position
Would he grab for them gats
Waiting for ammunition
I'ma bout to blast with it
Hit 'em with the purple expedition
Cause dj ？？？ stay running his mouth
Must don't know where i'm from
Dirty south affiliated
Killers and cons
Dirty south affiliated
Niggas with guns
Verse 3： eleven twenty-nine
I'm making flashes to the man in the booth
To get 'em crunk
So you know just what i got up and did
I got 'em crunk
Congregation off in it hit 'em hard as we could
So if you ready say you ready
Then it's all understood
Riding dirty to the flo'
We get up in it for free
South memphis kings and pastor troy
This what y'all waiting to see
Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)
Hook： 4x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
Verse 4： t-mac
At 16 i was hustling trying to get paid
Trying to make a damn dollar for i go in my grave
Pimp a been paid
I was only short in my days
The way i been paid
Only cause i'm ducking them feds
This world of crime
Kept me in the street trying to grind
Bumping my mind
Cause that's how the system designed
I'm sick of struggling
I'm sick of hustling
I'm sick of running from the feds trying to bust again
I'm trying to maintain
One foot stuck in the game
I'm living lavish man
I'm use to having thangs
But cause i'm down for whatever
Cause t-mac show no luv
2 gats on my side
Cause this whole world dying
Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)
Hook： 8x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
4.Down South Nigga 4 Life
It's plain to see you can't change me
Down south nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
Up north nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
West coast nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
East coast nigga 4 life
Verse 1： t-mac
I'ma live by the game
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas stay ahead of that game man
Focus on that goal
？ living small knots till a night we see ya know？
We bringing drama to the do'
Cause we ain't no hoe's
Respect my mind or i'ma bust ya with a slug low
Show you how the game go, this shit is to die for
Representing real shit
Dirty south affiliate
Niggas in the club getting busted in whigs
Memphis, tennessee we throwing niggas off a bridge
Verse 2： pastor troy
And then hear i come right around the fucking corner
Eyes red smoking on that fucking marijuana
Somebody dead, looking mean
Where my niggas at？
Pastor troy then i'm blazin' with that infra-tech
I'm looking at 'cha cause i'm mad as a muthafucker
No time for suckers
A part time lover slash muthafucking hustler
I hang with s.m.k. and eleven twenty-nine
I love them fucking niggas we done did it off the grind
Verse 3： eleven twenty-nine
I be a down south nigga
Filiated with this
20 inches on my ride
In december the flicks
Call up e-40 on my cell phone out on the west
Cause we got business going down
Big faces, hundreds to stretch
I'm on the plane and i'm heading to new york for the c
My nigga gage got sick
Tell 'em what's finna be
The congregation just constructed and conducted the scene
Forever down south niggas keep yo eyes on the green
Cause i got family in gary, indiana up north
So when i'm there they show me luv
？ so keep to these streets be the sort？
Deep in the bottom that's miami
Ask my nigga luke
Can s.m.k. hit you with beats that a make yo girl scream ohhh
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the north at？
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the south at？
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the east at？
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the west at？
It's plain to see you can't change me
Down south nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
Up north nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
West coast nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
East coast nigga 4 life
5.Having A Bad Day
Hook：8x
Nigga don't fuck with me i'm having a bad day
Verse 1：eleven twenty-nine
Sometimes i get in a mood when a nigga wanna hate this
Sitting back watching niggas die
You don't really wanna face this
If you niggas want it
I'm take 'em all down with some buck fire
Flip 'em off with a couple of rounds
Hundreds in my clip like that when i click clack
With my click better what
Coming from the waist better what
Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
Troy finna hit 'em with the what
Kill 'em all when they be thinking that i'm playing with 'em
Knowing that we gone get 'em
Watch how many bullets hit 'em
Leave 'em all dead
Aiming for the head
Running from the feds
Living for the bread
Y'all just don't know all the shit that niggas done said
Trying to get paid in a cold world
When it ain't all-to the good y'all
Wanna big ball
Wanna shot call
Wanna test this
Make a death wish
Hook： 8x
Nigga don't fuck with me i'm having a bad day
Verse 2： t mac
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
Cause i'm having a bad day
Sat up in my bed got out the wrong way
Reload my clips in both my a.k.'s
Brush my head cause i ain't got no braids
Bad to the bone when a nigga get wrong
And i'm still bucking with my muthafuckin' tone
Niggas you can't handle this so leave this alone
I'm the type of nigga right even when i'm wrong
Jump out the ally making niggas get gone
Y'all ain't ready
If you will then it's on
The congregation got yo mind in a zone
That we kick better cover up ya dome
Cause it's gone be on till the break of dawn
In tha dirty dirty where them niggas riding chrome
Quick to bust a slug at a nigga
Take a plug
Got that nigga from my muthafucking home
Hook： 8x
Nigga don't fuck with me i'm having a bad day
Verse 3： pastor troy
I pump slugs
Pow, pow, pow, pow, plow
Yeah bitch, shit what the fuck you saying now
My whole click, been begging for this gangster shit
I pack a deadly weapon
Bitch i'm the crucifix
The virgin mary gave me head last night
I flipped her on her knees
Shook ya ass with that pipe
Nigga the whole fight between me and lucifer
And i think he winning because i be steady shooting
It ain't nothing new to the- - muthafucking moon
I'm sent to hell cause heaven ran out of room
The sonic... boom just like street fighter
But i drank gasoline and i smoke muthafucking lighters
Hook： 16x
Nigga don't fuck with me i'm having a bad day
6.Look What I'm Going Thru
Hook：male singer
Look what i'm going thru 16x
Verse 1：t mac
I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego
Dual off in my chevy got me loose finna let go
And i got 'em ducking finna buck 'em
Shaking bitches off with fire when i'm lucking
Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and i steel when
i ratter
Tatter tatter
Watch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matter
If i gotta i'ma pop her and the clip gone stop her
Ena forina sipping on a zima
Smoke cut it out
How you live about
Bitches in the south
Women in the south
Where my yams and my chicken and my color i'm picking,
I'm picking, i'm choosing,
I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the time
Dope than i choke
Coughing the smoke
So i be like fuck that dope
Let's go bump a dime
Fuck with my mind
Keeping the nine all of the time
I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine
Fuck what a nigga say he gone do
I represent bulletproof
And i been down since '92
Y'all don't know what i done been thru
Hook： male singer
Look what i'm going thru 16x
Verse 2： pastor troy
Shit all i got is a bunch of problems and other stress
In the land where a little man must wear a vest
Settle for less
But i got lesser
Got this bitch that ain't shit and god won't bless her
Won't slow me down
Front this ho around let's be fo' real
Kill or be killed
I got feelings but i still can't feel
Hungry for meals
And until i can say i got it
I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they college
That's higher learning
Blunt burning gone help me see
The realness of this fucked up reality
It's blasphemy
A quarter ki of cooked coco
Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there
Ain't no scare
Look what i'm going thru
Hook： male singer
Look what i'm going thru 16x
Verse 3： eleven twenty-nine
Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut
Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see
me up
1988 we had connections like them goodfellas
Smith and wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us
Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when
I pray to god that he forgive me for my sins
My mama still tell me till this day
Better watch this how they play
And muthafuck what niggas say
That's that's why my mind can't get trapped
Inside a nigga no bullshit
Tripping off some anna that's why i be quick to pull quick
Money still rolling holdin' down this shit with congregation
Sold my soul
Done pimped my foes, still big facing
Got me pacing
Hook： male singer
Look what i'm going thru 16x
Verse 4： mica b
Coming up in the game making this money
We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene
Gotta pocket in the bank full of green
And all my real thugs roll to clean
Chiefin' that goody
Thinking bout business
Short term and long term
Bullets we burn
With a thick firm
Let the whole world know it's our turn
Major d in tennessee, atl, georgia, and m-town
Bound to crank a spot up now
Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh
Making moves in the hood
Chiefing with the big boys
Rolling in the big toys
Making all the big noise
Ain't scared to go to war
And all us hustlers like to score
I'm dropping that pants worse
Pimp first
Then fuck what haters speak
I'm pimping on these streets
And these south joints paying me
Mange twah in the marriott
I send 'em to the private parties
Then scoop 'em up
From the snake joint and big bodies
7.Throw Dem Bows
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook： 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Verse 1：
Niggas throwing boes
Firing up dem dubs
Everybody cool
Chilling in the club
Smoking on some what
Got me on lean
I be in the cut
Blowing mad green
Flexing at the bar
Dubs on my car
Limousine chauffeur
Face in magazines
Pull up on the scene
Cause i'm riding clean
Might be in a jag
Might be in a benz
Might be in a chevy with some duels ack a ass ack a ass
Quick to pop a slug at a nigga
Take a plug out a nigga
Got a nigga ？？？ dome
Dirty south affiliated niggas tout tones
Them there make a nigga get gone
Niggas throwing boes trying to get up in the do'
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook： 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Verse 2： mica b
Here i go
When i come to the do niggas fall to the flo
Cause i be throwing them boes
I'm the realest ho
Bucking all my foes
U understand ho
Thuggin' bitches and lovin' niggas that's bout that change
Pimping niggas and putting bitches up on some game
When i'm in the club
Bitches don't you fuck with me
Nigga don't be touching me
Cause i'm fucked up
And if you walk up get slugged up
Stepping on bitches toes
Spilling drank on they new clothes
Muthafuck dem hoes
Got money to blow
Plus i got a chip on my shoulder
Y'all don't wanna get bowed up
Y'all niggas don't wanna fuck wit me
Y'all playing
We throwing dem boes
So back up off me
Ha, what 3x
We throw dem boes on dem hoes
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook： 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Verse 3：
I throw these boes at these haters
Ackin like they the shit
Cause all the niggas that u wit
They ain't gone get in the mix
See they just here cause you drove
Came to sweet on these hoes
See ain't nobody out here playing
We on the flo' throwing boes
Congregation gone set it for all these wanna be killers
Y'all ain't gone fuck with my niggas
Don't give a damn if you bigga
When it's crowded in here
We back 'em off with them boes
I even (uh) on a ho
So that i'm letting you know
South memphis up in this bitch
Better ack like y'all be on ready
See troy done said that we ready
We 4 glock deep in the chevy
Got my click in position
That scream out ghetto i'm here
See we in here
See we in here
See we in here
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook： 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
8.Get 'em Up
Hook：8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
Verse 1： lil' pete
It's pete baby
You best of recognize
Grab my gold teeth baby
One of the good guys
Say she's a freak baby
Tell me what's up then
U wanna freak
I wanna freak
Then we can freak then
Living this life of sin
Drinking bout everyday
Smoking bout everyday, in that gray escalade
I hit my nigga dre'
Dre' what's the word dawg
I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg
Help me burn down dis log
This dro' to much for me
It's getting hard to see
But they can't stop a g'
Living delicately
And i'm going put 'em up 2x
And i'm going keep 'em up
Hook： 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
Verse 2： s.m.k.
Sometimes i feel like i'm going die
That's why i keep a tone
Cause ain't no telling when i might have to prove a nigga wrong
Some nigga ackin like he bad
Now he long gone
I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral
home
Cause i just got out the institution cause i'm crazy jone
And a nigga think i'm bullshitting with them masses on
Come on, come on everybody come on
Nigga we ready
So whatever you wanna get on
Breaking niggas off the top what i spit on
Fucking niggas up with the shit they better get on
Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone
I'ma get to bucking with my muthafucking tone
Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone
？？？？ with the acapella tone
From memphis to atlanta getting bust in domes
Stick with the niggas in bulletproof it's on
Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock
Another muthafucker test me i think not
Hook： 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
Verse 3：
See i ride with the chrome
Out of town finna clown
Keep ya phone on wrong
Sideways in the whip
Every time when i dip through the hood it's on
Everything after making the green
I kind of hate when ya hate mine
Irritated when ya waited for the online
Never hard to find
When we all gone shine 2x
Get ya cheese on
My niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for that
But you better stay strapped with the gat
Everytime when the hugger make contact
Real niggas got push 'em all back
In the mist of dust
Like my guns when we come
This ain't no test execution my son
Nightmares after twelve
They catching hell
Millionaires
So we don't care
Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh
Sometimes i feel like a nut
Sometimes i don't
Thinking that i won't get 'em left on the scene
Like no what i mean
Nigga no what i mean
Hook： 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
9.Dirty South Affilliates
10.Do What We Do
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