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PARTNERS-N-CRIME lyrics : "Down South"

(feat. Tre-8)

[Chorus: x4]

Down South we play the game, we play it raw

[First Verse: Kangol Slim]

I'm strictly bout makin' my money
Strictly bout makin' my cheese
All these haters straight hatin' me

Cuz I'm on a paper chase for the collard greens
Monitor this, I handle my biz
Support me and my kids, I gotta get the dividends

Even if it mean committin' a sin, kickin' doors in
Mutha$#&@a you a foe or friend?
Game is real, we playin' it raw

Down South, if you got it to see, we runnin' off in your house
Duct tapin' your arms, your legs, and your $#&@in' mouth
When we get what we want, tellin' you to ride out

Never leavin' a trace
Sprinkle some ye round the place
Now you're known to the D.A.

That's a closed case
So don't $#&@ with them hounds
We lay it down

Ask a clown when we buck around
Mutha$#&@as better lay down
We play it raw


[Chorus x2]


[Second Verse: Tre-8]
I'm missin' a certified death wish
^!$$% wanna step to this gettin' blows to the dome

And I @@#! the chrome, it's on, strong gone
^!$$%s don't last long, I got'z to get my blast on
With the black mask on

Got a tool for my getaway
Servin' with the AK got the double clip
Plus the hollow tips ^!$$% make way

You'll get blazed today
And I'ma say what I gotta say
^!$$%s gotta play, the game how I play the game

Droppin' bombs on your town everytime mane
It ain't a tongue it's a mind thang
Funky little rhyme game

Where nobody go, ^!$$% movin' too slow
I don't changed the whole time frame
Now it's rangin' and clangin' them (*##$es

We stained them (*##$es, lookin' stupid like hoes
Bringin' the pain to these hoes
With flows and blows of death

Makin' ^!$$%s sweat like hot sauce
Runnin' up my block bruh
Make me put my top down

Break you off proper
#~!!@ poppers over the World had better hide
Look into my eyes as I @@#! the nine

^!$$%s die when they try to see me
Nobody can beat me rappin' this fast and easy
The sequel, me runnin' with PNC, G, and we be raw

We be the coldest mutha$#&@as that you ever saw ^!$$% we be raw

[Chorus x2]


[Third Verse: Misdemeanor]
We bes, the dopest mutha$#&@as that you ever saw

Spinnin' out of Lexus cars playin' the game raw
These ^!$$%s better recognize the real when caps get peeled
Me and my ^!$$% Tre leavin' brains just spilled

That's on the real, you can get killed
If you want, hit your $$# two times up in the chest with the pump
Throw your $$# in the back of the flip-flop trunk

Ride wit'cha your lady I'll dump you off at the dump
When ya hurtin' for birth, til' the day you live the Earth
When you was on, that (*##$ should've worn a $#&@in' skirt

Ol, sissy $$# ^!$$% I had to get wit'cha
Now your Mom and Dad sayin' they miss ya, had to give 'em a tissue

[Chorus x4]

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