[Hook]
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Have you ever, been stuck in Red Clay?
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Have you ever, been down south this way?
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Cuz niggaz down here don't wanna play
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Southern Country boys from around the way
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[Verse 1]
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Straight to the forefront, never holding back
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Mr. DJ, on the tracks, so I can't slack
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In fact I consistently hold more raid than the Gen's army
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Never said you'll harm me
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and you protecting your buffoons when alarm me
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I got you stuck like superglue
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You had no clue no need for beefing in my stew, I gotta crew to do
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Dirt hurt you and your flunky
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Beat you down like junkies
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That's the high, now we got the munchies
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Instead of smacking fast mouths
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I doze, I close, I chose my foes
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I finger-f*ck bitches like hoes
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So I suppose as many plenty that any little skinny B
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got enemies we down south drinking Hennessey
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2]
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Hey, back up, break 'em down like a compound
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Nah, shake 'em up like an earth quake 'til they fall down
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Then smoke 'em out like a pig in a blanket
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Yeah, roast his ass like a turkey by banquet
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See I did more dirt than the old maid
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Get rougher and tougher than leather but smooth like suede
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Got the power to crush you like the abdominal snowman
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Then grind your ass, like glass back to sand
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As I map out and diagram my hit
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I'm a calculate the many ways the body can split
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As I look you in the face and spit
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I'm gonna watch you fall through this bottomless pit
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So who you laughing at Jack, cuz the joke's on you
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Claiming true coming down this way
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In the coupe like that nigger (what)
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(Straight out of that south side)
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(You know we putting it down, come on)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3]
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Well, let me get loose and spit my verbal juice
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On tracks I raps the G stacks and packs we pack mack for those who slack
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And whack, act, and who you got your back?
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I don't need my boys to bruise you
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Kick a verse and loose you
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Hey, booboo, who control your brain like lyrical voodoo
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That's how I screw you, so who do
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You want to see
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Now, Ni you got the most exciting Stevie, believe me
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So many want to be me
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From the south side of the A
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We blaze purple haze in many days
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And in many ways, crime pays
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My mind would drive through my way
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then start to hit you hard like pavement
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Me and my niggas yeah, we stay bad.
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Coming through the "Y"
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You'll find me locally down south
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Run your mouth in my house and get tossed out
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I heard you said we was slow
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Check the flow
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I got more in store down south this way we getting paid
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Where we stay
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[Chorus x2]
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[fade]
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