A Trip to the South (DJ Green Lantern Mix)

Lyrics

Hold a 44 from the side angle Gunshots below the waist, make ya thigh dangle Uh you know Kiss - all I do is puff hem all day Gettin' money in the Bluff or on M.L.K Since they brought gold back, I bought me a gold MAC To explode I leave ya back on Old National I'm in a gentlemen's club, with gentlemen thugs But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk Violate you might die or just get jumped Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys Double R till they put me in the ground And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound Stop actin' like a bitch you scared What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas The 40 cal. is full and I'm waitin' No matter what county I'm in, Dekalb, Cobb, Fulton or Clayton Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death; If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggas left I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there It's time we get even here, when I put the game back In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there You can think whachu want, til I blow the back of yo brains out And see if you can think with yo front Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month Treat yo face like a buffet, and tell my niggas "Eat whachu want" You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table And tell yo niggas "Keep whachu want" It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for So whachu think we outside for?