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[Verse 1: Tee Williams]
If Little Mike say it’s a go then fuck it’s a go
All my niggas score like Jordan did in 84
Say Cheese at the door they come to tape the shit
Charlie Cheize at the door he come to tape the shit
Been gone for a while, the streets miss a nigga
If you ever salting names then I ain’t dealing with ya
More money more problems, yeah Biggie said it
When you hot they wanna do ya, so I’m level headed
My nigga $tuck got the base, the A$AP Rocky
Your man tried to sell dope but his trap sloppy
Your man use to be the man, now he’s Bill Cosby
Your man wanna be the man, so he swag jocking
[Hook: Tee Williams]
South side got it locked, all the hood niggas
North side got it locked, all the hood niggas
East side got it locked, all the hood niggas
West side got it locked, all the hood niggas
[Verse 2: Tee Williams]
The shake boys want it all, yeah the whole roster
Put the shrimp in the sausage in the cajun pasta
James Harden on you niggas, young Mufasa
My young boys want it all, the whole enchilada
You can’t talk greasy to me, that’s a head shot
My nigga Moe got the same strap the feds got
When a nigga get to clicking we bring the lead out
Put a nigga to sleep forever bring the beds out
That’s that Little Vernon, that’s that Billy Walker
Running through these hoes like I’m Herschel Walker
Naw bitch, I don’t need a blocker
My flow got no limit, that’s that Silk the Shocker
[Hook: Tee Williams]
The south side got it locked, all the hood niggas
The south side got it locked, all the hood niggas
The south side… South side
South side, R-N-O, Shake…
[Verse 3: Joe Da Q]
I’m from Alabama, chilling with my Texas nigga
Hollered at T-Will, that’s that Texas killa
I’m a bama nigga, hit niggas with thrilla
Michael Jackson flow, I got thriller
Yes, I will beat it… up real quick
T-Will is on the track, but I’m just talking shit
Niggas moving bricks, niggas talking down
Bitches choosing me, that’s why they come around
Freestyle flow, flow is off the head
In the strip club, with my niggas throwing bread
Watch the feds watch, watch ya boy mug
Catch me in the club with twelve gold slugs
Smiling at ya bitch, and she winked back
Next day it’s back shots from the back
Picking up hoes quick, mane I’m getting they number
Call your boy lightening but I’m bringing thunder
Driving something like a honda, busting MC’s
Man my shit a MC but it fit me
I got my tint black, the passenger seat flipped
This yellow bone bout to be wrapped in my quilt
Talking bout she cold, ya boy be getting it on
When it come to flowing, I’ma kill the microphone
I go harder, as ya boy go longer
Matter fact, I fucked yo girl to a coma
Picked the hoe quick, got her number fast
I’m a real nigga, you fuck boys sad
I came to kill the track, repping Alabama
Came down to Grambling, repping Gamma Gamma
Hard as a hammer, daddy Adam Sandler
They gon’ say this nigga killed this shit from Alabama
Leave me the fuck alone, and back the fuck back
After this track, say I hit it with that Thrax
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