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)