Sounds of the South E

Did you hear? Did you hear me? Run, run, Run. Niggas On my dick, niggas on my nuts. That ho's on my back so I don't give A fuck. What I gotta do to you and Your crew? We can split with the crew or We can get on up. That nigga kinda smooth With the bootleg groove. You cat-hatin' niggas wanna Be my shoes. But haters gonna be mad when You can't even see me. Dumb sucka-ass nigga gotta Pay them dues. Nigga's just another motherfucker in The game. These fake-ass niggas, they be tryin' to Hang. Wakin' up every day to the same-ass shit. Niggas still playin' hate, bitches swingin' on the Dick. Gotta set 'em to the side, hit the Ride, then I'm good as gone. Tryna call my Phone some real cake, we fuckin' up at home. It's about the paper, I'ma touch it like it's Bone. Coke, everything right, nothing wrong. Nigga talkin' broke, fuckin' up the script. Later on he try to sweat a ho. To the crib, bust a nut and I'ma let It go. Came for the squeeze, I'ma creep 'round And come style. Look for the clique with my Tool and the him, you know I'm gonna stretch Him. Cock back wingy like the paramedics stretch 'em. Now that we in, I still gotta hit. Out on your ass, I'ma blast your sticks. So try to keep it calm, still on with The Teflon. Load down the black box of crackers On the blicky, huh. Hundred rounds to bust from The semi, tryin' to hold me down. I'ma keep it real, blood, keep it a lil' Hush. To myself, no one else, gotta keep it Real. Think around here, start spittin' me the real Steel. Try play a player, get your ass laid Out. Real niggas kick it like that, know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Real niggas kick it like that, Know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Real niggas kick it 'bout. The D is in the fuckin' house. Strapped with the nine, hollows poppin' in the South, south. My H is to The D, very real. Scopin' out the shadows with the thottas, With the heat. Suckas packin' peas in the rain, Peas. This is D, poppin' suckas with beams. Pop, pop, saw the trick drop, trick drop. Pop a sucka booty, here comes the cops, Yeah. A nigga hangin' tough in the neighborhood. Spinnin' around, smokin' good yay like a nigga Should. Damn, this shit is gettin' hectic. Walkin' on the concrete, feet deep. Runnin' from the police. The D is in the fuckin' house. Strapped with the nine, hollows poppin' in the South, south. My is to the D, talkin' talkin' real. Scopin' out the shadows with the four real. Did you hear? Did you hear me? Run, run,