Southern Takeover - Feat Killer Mike and Pastor Troy - Chamillonaire

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(Intro) Gun cocking, shots fired.
(Chamillionaire) The sound of revenge,
haha. Woo, tell em what it is mayne
(tell em what it is). (Pastor Troy)
Welcome to the New World Order. Atlanta,
Georgia. (Chamillionaire) Houston,
Texas, he already know. (Pastor Troy)
The south is takin over. (Chorus)x2
(Chamillionaire) Just look over your
shoulder (shoulder) Let me see who just
showed up (showed up) It's the southern
takeover (its over) You betta tell em I
got drinks that stand on top try and
stop (pop pop pop) (Killer Mike) It's
the mister fo fifth told em Cookin coke
with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker
Wood gripper, pistol whipper. Muck a
nigga if he figure F**kin with my
figures. Makes him richer, he should
know. Instead, it'll make him better
than a slimy f**kin with my money. Get
yo money stacked right outta sunday
school On a bright and sunny sunday.
This ain't funny. I ain't jokin bout my
coke and package come up shorter. Might
kidnap yo wife and daughter. Bury them
down deep in Georgia. No D.A.s a f**kin
lawyer prosecutin witnesses. We excutin,
start the shootin, start the lukin,
Start the violence, start a riot. Get
this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you
can get it. Pass that dro, I'm a hit it.
Outta line, we gon spit it, spit it
vivid, cause i live it. You don't walk
it, you just talk it. Pistol totin, and
a loadin. That's how smokin got this
dope And i aint hopin, steady slangin
Right on yo trappa block. Try your trap,
set up shop. Try and stop (pop pop pop).
(Chorus) (Chamillionaire) Hey hey, this
ain't about an image. This ain't about a
gimmick. P**sys stand to the side. Now
the game got a menace. I damn seen a
city that I think is not the realest. We
bummin on his ass. He ain't finishin his
sentence. I only got a minute. I feelin
about a digit. You lookin at a nigga
like I ain't about to get it. I'm lookin
at the money like I ain't about to
finish. You need to mind your business.
If you ain't about your business. I'm a
H-town soldier. I'm a come with the
trunk up yeah I'm a gon remind ya. If
you ain't gettin it you shoulda told ya
father. Nigga chamillionaire never show
no problems. You don't want no problem
(problem). Get em g'ed shoulda let the
fo fo remind em. Ya you tip on the ride
em. I be ridin fo fos on the door beside
em. 6' 6" tall lookin like he a center.
10 tatoos lookin like he a killa. Skinny
ass niggas don't fight with a nigga.
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a
nigga. I have this camp fo put a knife
in a nigga. From the car to his pocket
then right in your liver. Was a big boy
that put a slice in the middle. Ya head
fast think you hold a mike with the
killa. Don't mess with the south homie,
thats a dream, Hallucinate or imagining
so. Double XL with the gats I mean, Keep
somethin ready to blow in the magazine.
And you know that southern cash is mean.
Franklins frown for me when I stash my
cream. Pull up in candy paint that match
my green. Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are
the master machine. (Chorus) (Pastor
Troy) Y'all know me, it's PT. Well I un
huh and all of that, Black on black,
with black tip. I can't help but
represent. I'm not content, I want more.
Who the f**k you take me for? Studio
rappers not the fortay. drop my top and
bust my AK. No mo play,in G.A Yeah,
that's a classic. Ridin in the classic.
Tot'in me a classic Send em to the
casket. Send em to the morgue. Slap me a
nigga cause i'm motherf**kin bored.
Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my
surrounding. Get my desert E's and get
to motherf**kin poundin. Up and down the
streets, Throwin heat, out the driver's
seat, Ridin to the beat, Tell them nigga
just lay weak. (Chorus) x2 Letra
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