Lyrics

[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx] (Oh) Huh, y'all so old south Uh (That's right) and we so New South You heard it (That's right) Y'all so old south Uh huh On them suckas one time Y'all know who we are Let [?] spin [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Ms. Jade)] Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (Ms. Jade checkin' in, Beat Club 'til I die) Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (Ms. Jade checkin' in, Beat Club 'til I die) [Verse 1: Ms. Jade (Bubba Sparxxx)] I guess I sorta came in this game blind I dare you to take mine Flow like I'm outta my mind Get knocked for the same crime But not at the same time We come from the same grime Work for the same slime At the same time Gotta disobey, 'cause fuck what they all say I'ma be on my way and spit like an AK Beretta, MAC-11, call the Reverend, it's a new day H2's, big Cadillac's and drug hooptie Fast forward, rewind, record and let the bitch play Underdogs barkin', keep Grindin' like the Clipse say And I'm the illest bitch from Philly Bet your bottom dollar I could make you holler We comin' straight at your collar Me and Bubba comin' harder than we ever came before Beat Club reach thugs, bitch I'm Philly to the core (Ooooh Beat Club, Beat Club) [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Native)] Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (Yo it's Native checkin' in, New South 'til I die) Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (Yo it's Native checkin' in, New South 'til I die) [Verse 2: Native] I'm comin' for it and ain't leavin' until I get it Probably holdin' what you're needin' If you want it, I'm with it, just let me know somethin' You want proof then I'll show somethin' I ain't talkin' about deers when I say that I'm doe huntin' Shoulda known somethin' But my nature was on somethin' Ain't no rush to Sing Sing, 'cause I don't wanna be grown bussin' For nothin', what's up then? I'm makin' it happen while y'all thinkin' like reenactments We out makin' it rappin' Plus we cravin' the action Stay in the action as much as we can Timmy what's up with the plan? No one can fuck with the fame They can't fuck with us man They knew it already, if they don't like it I don't care Go 'head an boo it already See if I lose sleep Or stop hittin' my looseleaf 'Cause we finally made it, think I'm playin', you'll soon see Now you no longer have to ask them who it was 'Cause if the booth was left burning Then you know it was us [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Ricky Rucker)] Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (Ricky Rucker motherfucker New South 'til I die) Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (Ricky Rucker motherfucker New South 'til I die) [Verse 3: Ricky Rucker] Day after day, time and time again Problems of my life, I rhyme through the pain Feelin' like I should be just locked up in chains Watch little Rucker still shine when it rains I'll die for my reign, that's the way that it goes down When I reach for the 4 pound, heat up your whole town With no sound, believe it, it goes down Every time I speak, I get heated, and close shop A little nigga, kick a nigga right in his stomach Stomach rumble for hunger, got the 9 if he hungry You can die if you wanna You can try if you wanna Have you lookin' like Jalen Rose with five in your stomach I'll roast ya Rick spit it colder Sixth one in your shoulder Shit still in the holster Still colder and still getting older Doin' what y'all doing at twenty, give me two more years [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)] Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (It's Big Timmy checkin' in before I die) Who the fuck is this? Muggin' me as if they want this little squabble To leave them hollow That bravado sure to make your mama cry (It's Big Timmy checkin' in before I die)