Re-Akshon (Remix)

[Intro: T.I.] Aye, aye Bun who did this man? So you mean you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King.. The King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song Haha.. aye Jon, they ain't ready We taking it on back to the trap my nigga! [Chorus: Bone Crusher & (Killer Mike)] I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggas! I got the ho up in the back - bumpin niggas figgaz! I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa! In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggas! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggas don't wanna touch the Killa..) [Verse 1: T.I.] Man we been tongue wrasslin too long Aye whatchu wanna do homes? I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy Leaders of the new south, fake niggas move out He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout? Mike told me "fuck them niggas, bring that New New out" Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wake And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A [Chorus: Bone Crusher & (Killer Mike)] I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggas! I got the ho up in the back - bumpin niggas figgaz! I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa! In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggas! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggas don't wanna touch the Killa..) [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler Grown folk trap, scramb-ler Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager My MAC-10 made for action, body-baggin' and toe-taggin' I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP! It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK! My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda I'mma grind til I shine, or die going for mine SIG Sauer by my side, swervin and blowin pine Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun [Chorus: Bone Crusher & (Killer Mike)] I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggas! I got the ho up in the back - bumpin niggas figgaz! I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa! In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggas! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggas don't wanna touch the Killa..) [Verse 3: Bun B] Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered Devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris I embarrass niggas on chrome wheels as big as the ferris Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss They put me high on lists, where players are posted But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie [Chorus: Bone Crusher & (Killer Mike)] I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggas! I got the ho up in the back - bumpin niggas figgaz! I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa! In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggas! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggas don't wanna touch the Killa..) [Outro: Killer Mike] All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee? T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun? We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport Emcees are dying, mothers are crying And wack-ass niggas will go out trying It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!