(feat. Hawk)

[Chorus x2]

The boys in the south are so damn hard
We gone ride the freeway we'll bombard the boulevard
knowing nothing in life, but pushing bricks and making hits

Don't $#&@ with us boy, down south the %#@!

[E.S.G.]

Woke up quick, at about noon
Just thought that I had to hit the southside soon
Got to smoke a sweet 'fore my day begins

'Fore T. Jones start tripping on how I park my benz
Bout to roll, damn near went blind
I got the Gucci shades to block the sunshine

Ran inside I got my gat and my clip
Two out of town licks hit me on the hip
Then I bailed outside stashed the desert eagle

Got a Harris County warrant so I'm riding it legal
Then I used the Screw tape beat, boom boom
I was bumping that old school P-A-T

It was Ghetto Dreams, at the top of the list
Top drop, Wreckshop got the rocks on my wrist
For my grip (*##$, I go to war on it, cause I'm

The tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it

[Chorus x2]


[Hawk]
I bombard the boulevard switching lane to lane

Boss hogging the highway in my wide frame
Gripping the grain, staying on top of my game
Bringing the pain, to those !@#^yzing my name

We swing them thangs, now boy we wrecking shop
Thangs done changed, Hump and E sitting on top
Give us a prop, you boys can't hang with us

You better stop, smoking that angel dust
We dangerous, you need 20/20 to see
Proclaiming us, taking over the industry

Drop and leave, banging some E.S.G.
Constantly, putting it down for the P-A-T
Master P, taught me some ghetto dope

Lil Keke, put it down and showed me the ropes
Now you see, it all take a microscope
Down south, we the %#@! with this lyrical dope, we hard


[Chorus x2]


[E.S.G.]
Cooling on the corner with a Prime Co. phone
You can tell that the southside was his home

More mail then the rest of the hustlers
And he kept a 40 glock for the busters
Increase the, and peaced up

I sip the methyzine codeine, mixed with the peach crush
I set tripping chunks out east stuff
When it's time for drama we coming deep in the must

Cruising down the street in my benzo
Boys smoking a sweet, sipping a four
Went to the park to get the scoop

P.C. and Big E pulls up in a coupe
Told me E Po-Yo, bout to drop a damn solo
Want me to come through with some tight $$# vocals

Best believe my sixteen gone be hard as $#&@
Cause E.S.G. puts it down for H-Town what's up


[Chorus x4]