[Intro: T.I.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Listen shawty

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Below da Mason-Dixon Line, ay, I'm da best you gon' find

I'm 'bout mine, I ain't humble 'cause, nigga, it's 'bout time

Rather grind on da corner and hollin' I got dimes

Rather then know that I'm da best in dis shit and not shine

Give a fuck 'bout a clique if it's not mine

Got rhymes, I'm da sign of da time, I'm not lyin'

Nigga plannin' on robbin' me blind, stop tryin'

Got somethin' to put a end to 380's and Glock nines

Shit you gotta shoot for your shoulders, won't fit in holsters

Bid on your life, I'm force a foreclosure

I can rebuild a SWAT's of the yay that I got

So I'm da king it don't matter if I say it or not

It don't matter if da old niggas don't wanna say that I'm hot

It don't matter whether my first single was playin' or not

Nigga, I stay right here, never go gold

Shoot nine videos and drop records every year

I'm what fake niggas fear and real niggas embrace

Young, skinny, with plenty whores, puttin' niggas to play

Hey, talkin' behind my back, a have me in your face

With da PSC in your safe, while you pee in your cage

[Verse 2: AK]

The one who see me open up the chest, I open up some new checks

I'd rather be both, ride clean and smoke a joke with the death

Better not flex with the ass who's the truth in the West

On the side of banana clues who with the best

Damn right, AK don't be loosin' his grill

Even know who say can rebooven 'em mullis and here is

The trill sun of niggas' future ruining the teens

Make you wonder if you choose be like this, you know who the sick

[Verse 3: C-Rod]

Some niggas steal ain't feelin' the heart, them feel this

See me automatic pumped ,em with them liquor my wrist

Punk bitch got his witch I piece of the Click

I'm 47 piece hit that make me shit legit

I'm talking head, shoulders, and did me a hoe

Cause if your bitch too slow then I'm back on go

We about to clean house, start with the South

Fuck boys stay bout with these name unknown

[Verse 4: Mac Boney]

Now from the start, I been known for this hard

I been down every 6 niggas been hollering Pimp Squad

You can feel where I'm from, you'd get killed where I'm from

With niggas come up, shawty, you gon' feel when I come

I'm gon' ride 'till it's over, I know the niggas you cost to

I burn nigga from some poster with that I fin your roaster

Bustin' niggas is a fetish, I keep that Desert ready

For these aromor cars and these jackers trynna catch me

Fuck greedy pittie, Lord helped the biddy,I'm strugglin' Stevie

On the corner hustle these dimes since my momma can't feed me

Believe me, we got talent, niggas stay talk me greasy

It's easy to teat their ass on up, it's time for the south don't know, oh no

I spit it rough for all these niggas who like to say they're tough

Nigga, step on of and I'll blow your ass from here to Lexa town

I'm flexin', uh, 'till you seen this SK, I got plenty drums

Forget your song, we live this life like we're in Vietnam

[Verse 5: Big Kuntry King]

Imma hustla, express my feelings in my music

I'm undisputed and my money - I abuse it

On fast cars speak jewels to how I do it

Crap gain, speech the bills to how I blew it

You know my pops, know my uncles, the JBM

They ran the streets South Philly, it got me damn

There's one thing the streets did, they warm me

If I'm down enough for deapin' on in two deep, motherfucka

[Outro]

You're very much oven agressive, loud

Umm, talkative, you could talk anybody into the ground

And everybody just thought for sure you were gonna be in lawyer