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Showin' us around. I get no time. Showin' us around. I get, I get time. D-D-Down this us around. I'ma, I'ma come through and show my hood crime. Get, I time. R. I. P., R. I. P., Robert Davis, He the king of the South. He the gang, and Z, you can shut your Fuckin' mouth. Down with Lil Real, and I'm down with T. I. P. If the niggas come together, know how much paper We could see? On the double C bro, Y'all still bullshit. Need to sit down, take a stool, it's too Much money to be foolish. Ball wall in that coupe, I still lean. Talkin' money speak, all that bullshit keep walkin'. Y'all niggas got the game fucked up. All you rappers come to me but need to Shut the fuck up. 'Cause y'all chewin' up that bullshit rap shit. Them white people laughin' at us, that's what's Happenin'. They say this stupid-ass nigga still Ain't made it. I be long as they hate About it, man, we gon' run the South. Y'all need to give up off the dumb shit. I got a red truck, get up out that Rum shit, nigga. Showin' us around. I get no time. Showin' us around. I I'ma, I'ma come through and show my hood Crime. I get, I get no time. Showin' us around. I get, no time. Showin' us around. I'ma, come through and show my hood get, Get no time. Ayy, I got a bass bumpin', trunk shakin' like tambourine. In the H with a paint sweet as tangerine. With it bouncin' on fours like trampoline. Got brake lights and tint, so I can't believe All the cards flickin' flicks that we carryin'. It's time to get rid of this beef like Vegetarian. I'm 'bout to bag and link every day, So I pay attention to the bitch, and I Ain't talkin' 'bout a Chevrolet. So I keep cheetah love, Pimp C a king Blunt. Jada on the other squad, H-Town, We the team. It ain't no dyin', you tryin', Then you be deceased. Free man up in prison, we can legally leak. We some all-stars, the Rock and Sneak, Man. I ain't gotta front, G. O. D. Up the seats, man. Rap-A-Lot from Southern Empire, but the assist, Man. Three, two, one, switch.