South Coast

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]

Uh, look at him, pimp, boss hug bruh

Grown man shit, if it's drama we handle it

From Atlanta, home of hammers

Lotta folk that's scandalous

To skate off like dancers

Beat yo face to the canvas (My bruh)

Knuckle up, punk, pop the trunk, cock and dump

Body slumped, it's hard punk, sugar water, shawty crunk

Fuckin' with mine will get you stomped

Ride on my enemies crush my comp

Leave their bodies covered with lumps

Givin' them what they don't really want

And that's the hay-maker, south coast jaw breaker

Talkin' that yin-yang when you shook like a salt shaker

The haters, undertaker, wishin' death on jealous fakers

Mad cause I'm gettin' paper, mad to see I'm flyin', niggas

Stat Quo (GMM), know the name buddy

We have assembled an empire, and they're damn muddy (Hah)

Ride clean, down the strip sippin' prime bubbly

My mind on my grip, representin' the damn dirty

[Chorus: Stat Quo]

This be that south coast shit

And you better go forfeit, give a fuck who you go get (GMM)

Cause we be that grown man gang

And we totin' big things

All my partners got good aim (G-Unit)

This be that south coast shit

And you better go forfeit, give a fuck who you go get (GMM)

Cause we be that grown man gang

And we totin' big things

All my partners got good aim (G-Unit)

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Something keep telling me (what)

Buck gon' catch a felony (damn)

I shouldn't have to weigh up what you selling me

But getting steel

Niggas holla keep it real

We gon' stab you in your back

But I ain't fearing nothing here (nah)

I'll grab you and your gat

I'm the platinum in your plack

I'm the coke that's in your pack

I heard them niggas hit you up

I'm them bullets in your back

Reach behind them walls

All I got is some banana clips

50 keep on telling me "nah"

But I'm gon' handle this

They love me in Los Angeles

The dirty south streets know

That Buck been buck wild

Got 'em bucking on that east coast

Cock it back and pop it twice

Cook the crack, watch for the vice

Play it cool and pay his price

Set him up and take his life

That's why we dirty dirty

Niggas don't mind breaking bread

Mama gave us soul food

Daddy taught us how to bust heads

So come on down to this town full of outlaws

We got the police scared to even answer house calls

[Chorus: Stat Quo]

This be that south coast shit

And you better go forfeit, give a fuck who you go get (GMM)

Cause we be that grown man gang

And we totin' big things

All my partners got good aim (G-Unit)

This be that south coast shit

And you better go forfeit, give a fuck who you go get (GMM)

Cause we be that grown man gang

And we totin' big things

All my partners got good aim (G-Unit)