Kings Of The South
(*talking*)Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking faThe real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-haClover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labelsBut we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go[Lil' Flip]Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with them triggasI'm a school boy yeah right, I run with them killasAfilliated with pimps, I know too many catsI've been rapping eight years, I got too many placksNow when I run in your crib, and take your son out the cribAnd put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his ribs[Z-Ro]I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail outYou can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail routeI got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to moveSee these big old niggaz I'm walking with, there's some behind you tooDon't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clipBe on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch[Lil' Flip]Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing to doSo if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing with youI'm the King of the South, you see the ring and the houseI'm a major playa like, Mean Green in the SouthSo if I kick in your do', and put my dick in your hoeGive me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go[Z-Ro]When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo' do'sI got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo' hoesWe are the real Kings, god damn it my grill cleanI smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)Cause I kick's it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evilThey might try, to do me something lethalAll y'all niggaz claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater[Lil' Flip]Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like BuffyYou a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck meCause I'm calling the shots, my favorite rapper is PacNigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snotSo when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bossesI can't take no losses, you know how crunk the South isHell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly'sI get three dollas with this, you only getting a pennyThis skinny nigga, will never be in my positionHow you gon fight, when you got malnutritionSo when I stomp your ass, and when I front your assAnd when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go[Z-Ro]I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do'I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windowsEverytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goesWhere the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for your info[Lil' Flip]I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm T-MacI was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-patI take a brick from here, then I move it on the EastI got New York niggaz, paying 23So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truckI come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride
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