[Intro - Young Buck]
Young Buck, Lil` Flip, David Banner c`mon
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch
The dirty dirty
Show `em how the South do
[Chorus - Young Buck]
Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin on 22`s
The dirty, dirty baby, show `em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
Working this wood wheel, y`all don`t know how good it feel
just come to cashville, y`all gon see how hood it is
we in the projects, cookin` chikens in the kitchen
we go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it
your hood ain`t no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin`
we fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin`
I know I`m country, I can`t help it I`m from Tennessee
I`m throwin` up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies
y`all niggaz remember me? (remember me?)
not because the birds ten a ki`
But Young Buck been a g`, I give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
to be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar
some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - David Banner]
I swear on the souls of our dead cousins
I ain`t fuckin, man I`m commin AK 40`s bustin`
7`s and Mack 11`s
I told `em all I ain`t no hoe
but niggaz don`t listen till you kick a nigga
smack him with that callico
I`m tryin to stay in gods plan
but I hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch!
I left them niggaz needin` path
and y`all probly won`t live to see this weekend
gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out
I hit the dro` a Lil more and then I pass out
crashin` the H2, bitches I hate you
now you keep talkin shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
let them faggots rape you
then it`s back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
tell them bitches come and get me
cuz I was born in this bitch to die
I`m in Queens, in your `Lac, with your bitch, gettin` high
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lil` Flip
I`m the king, it ain`t no mystery, so fuck y`all niggaz dissin` me
I`m goin` down in history, I`m leavin` with a victory
Yo` baby momma kissin` me, talkin` `bout she missin` me
since I`m a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin` me
Cuz I pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 I`ll back you down
run to Ya` crib and snach Ya` pounds, everybody on the ground
you know my niggaz hold me down, what goes around comes around
I represent H-Town, still run the underground
with bricks on the greyhound, spree`s on my escalade
I`m glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
now we gettin` cheeda`, now we on another level
It`s clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut `em down
[Chorus] - 2X
