Southern Takeover

[Intro: Chamillionaire & Killer Mike]

The Sound of Revenge

Haha whoo

Tell 'em what it is man, tell 'em what it is

Welcome to the new world order!

Atlanta, Georgia!

Houston, Texas

The South is officially taking over

Y'all already know

[Hook: Chamillionaire & Killer Mike]

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

It's the mister four-fifth toter

Cooking coke with baking soda

Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper

Muck a nigga if he figure fucking with my figures makes him richer

He should know instead that it will make him deader

That remind me, fucking with my money

Get yo money snatched right out of Sunday School

On a bright and sunny Sunday, this ain't funny

I ain't joking bout my coke and package come up shorter

Might kidnap your wife and daughter

Bury them down deep in Georgia

No D.A. or fucking lawyer prosecuting

Witnesses we executing, start the shooting, start the looting

Start the violence, start a riot

Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk you can get it

Pass that dro, I'mma hit it

Out of line, nigga I spit it

Spit it vivid, cause I live it

You don't walk it, you just talk it

Pistol toting and unloading, that's my slogan, 'bout this dope and

I ain't holdin, steady slangin', right on your trap or block

Take your trap, set up shop

Try and stop, blot! blot! blot!

[Hook: Chamillionaire & Killer Mike]

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]

This ain't about a image, this ain't about a gimmick

Pussy stand to the side now the game gotta meanace

I'm damn said to the city I came to stop the realest

We bombing on his ass when he's finishing his sentence

I've only got a minute if it ain't about a digit

You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it

I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish

So you need to mind your business if you ain't bout your business

Uh, I'm a H-Town Soldier, I'mma come

With the trunk up, and gon remind cha

If you say your getting it, shoulda told chu bout a

Nigga named Chamillionaire that's fo sho a problem

You don't want no problem

Got amnesia then let the fo-fo remind 'em

Yeah you tip on and ride em

We ride 4-4s when the dough beside 'em

6'6 taller looking like he a center, 10 tattoos looking like he a killer

Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga

Pull out a billboard, put a price on a nigga

Have his kinfolk, put a knife in a nigga

From the car to the pocket then hit him right in your liver

It was a big boy to put a slice in the middle

Your head fast nigga, Killer Mike with the killer

Don't mess with the south, homie that's a dream

Hallucinating or imagining

We so XXL with the gats I mean

Something ready to blow in the magazine

You know that them southern cash is mean

Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream

Pull up with the candy paint that'll match my green

Killer, Pastor, they just ain't imagining

[Hook: Chamillionaire & Killer Mike]

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]

Y'all know me its PT, well uh huh and all of that

Black on black with black tip, I can't help but represent

Not content I want more who the fuck you take me for

Studio rappers not my forte, drop my top and bust my ak

No more play in G-A, yeah that's a classic

Riding in the classic, totin me a plastic

Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue

Slap me a nigga cause I'm motherfucking bored

Chamillionaire, I camoflauge with my surroundings

Get my Desert Eagle and get to motherfucking pounding

Up and down the street, throwing heat out the driver seat

Riding to the beat, tell them niggas its just they week

[Hook: Chamillionaire & Killer Mike]

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block

Just look over your shoulders, shoulders

Let me see who just showed up, showed up

It's the southern takeover, its over

Better tell 'em

I got dreams to stand on top

Try and stop, blot blot block