Niggaz Down South

[Intro: DJ Sense] (Trendsetter) (Trendsetter) We coolest niggas down South Trendsetter Sense Killer Mike, haha (Trendsetter) Ride with me one time, man, Grind Time Beat Bullies, Beyond, Jonesy, hey [Verse 1] It's Killer, man, straight up out that Adamsville-a, man Y'all niggas soft, y'all niggas sweet as sarsa— (Trendsetter) It's Killer, man, straight up out that Adamsville-a, man Y'all niggas soft, y'all niggas sweet as sarsaparilla, man I got this gun in hand, don't make me have to kill a man I got a plan, I cock it back and let it loose, man I'm from the land where they hung niggas from a noose, man They hidin' niggas deep in jail, don't let 'em loose, man You from up North, let me hip your ass to somethin', man You play us bammer and them hammers get to dumpin', man Ayy, we ain't actors, but we serious 'bout the drama, man These boys'll send you in a box home to your mama, man These boys'll kidnap your kids and baby mama, man Them boys'll set your ass afire with them llamas, man In New York City, it's the Bloods and the Kings, man In Chicago, it's VLs and GDs, man Out West, it's the B's and the C's, man Down South, it's just G's gettin' cheese, man [Chorus] Niggas down South stack cheese, man I ain't rappin' 'til I get the money in my hand Niggas down South stack cheese, man Big cars, big houses, and a lot of land Niggas down South stack cheese, man We lick hard, get robbed on your knees, man Niggas down South stack cheese, man Paper stackin', pistol packin', be at ease, man [Verse 2] I'ma grind, man, 'til I see the day I shine, man Y'all niggas ride that nigga dick, I work for mine, man And you can have the bitch I'm with, that skirt ain't mine, man Money over bitches, that's my favorite line, man Countin' stacks, that's my new favorite pastime, man Stopped smokin' weed from Rocky D, he got that pine, man Rest in peace to Fast Black, I'm still cryin', man Until we meet again, my eyes is never dryin', man I won a Grammy, but you ain't here to see it, man I got my kids up out the hood, can you believe it, man? Lo and Nick still bullyin' them beats, man Work or starve, grind or die, we gotta eat, man Shit is real, man, shit is hard, man Can you believe them niggas killed Camouflage, man? The streets is still the same, niggas still lame Instead of rappin' for the passion, niggas rap for fame [Chorus] Niggas down South stack cheese, man I ain't rappin' 'til I get the money in my hand Niggas down South stack cheese, man Big cars, big houses, and a lot of land Niggas down South stack cheese, man We lick hard, get robbed on your knees, man Niggas down South stack cheese, man Paper stackin', pistol packin', be at ease, man [Bridge] I'm movin' up in the South, stackin' paper high With my eyes on my money and my feet on the ground From the crack of the morning 'til it's late at night When I first started breathing 'til the day the I die I'm movin' up in the South, stackin' paper high With my eyes on the future and my feet on the ground From the crack of the morning 'til it's late at night When I first started breathing 'til the day the I die [Verse 3] I met this Brooklyn bitch, she say she love my country accent 'Fore it was over, had that Brooklyn bitch back bent Labels used to sell us out, but now they cash in Even 50 Cent got rich without askin' You niggas love our cars, you niggas love our clothes You niggas love gettin' lap dances from the country hoes You can have it, partner, go 'head and buy that ass We keep it pimpin' where I'm from, we get the cash You can get the ass, you can get the head Just don't interfere with Southern boys and they bread That get your ass shot, that get your ass dead That get you drug through a field and left for dead I told y'all niggas last year I ain't never scared Don't get these buckshots all in your chest and head You got problems with the boy, say it out your mouth Ain't hard to find me, nigga, I'm in the South Ain't hard to find me, nigga, I'm in the South (Trendsetter) [Chorus] Niggas down South stack cheese, man I ain't rappin' 'til I get the money in my hand Niggas down South stack cheese, man Big cars, big houses, and a lot of land Niggas down South stack cheese, man We lick hard, get robbed on your knees, man Niggas down South stack cheese, man Paper stackin', pistol packin', be at ease, man [Outro] Georgia and Florida (Stackin' cheese, man) In Tennessee, it's ten a key (Stackin' cheese, man) The Carolinas on they grind (Stackin' cheese, man) Through Alabama county lines (Stackin' cheese, man) In Mississippi burnin' pine (Stackin' cheese, man) Lousiana stunt and shine (Stackin' cheese, man) In TX bangin' Screw (Stackin' cheese, man) VA got that work too (Stackin' cheese, man) And Arkansas, what it do? (Stackin' cheese, man) Kentucky, where the hell is you? (Stackin' cheese, man) Missouri, you too (Stackin' cheese, man) And Oklahoma bring the crew, we (Stackin' cheese, man) Adamsville and Dixie Hill (Stackin' cheese, man) Leila Valley, Thomasville (Stackin' cheese, man) Mechanicsville, Zone 3 (Stackin' cheese, man) And Summerhill and Peoplestown (Stackin' cheese, man) This A-Town stayin' down (Stackin' cheese, man) Nigga, I'ma be around (Stackin' cheese, man) Grind Time Gorilla Gang (Stackin' cheese, man) Hahaha, you see it, nigga, yeah (Stackin' cheese, man)