[Intro] Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America We gather here today to bring you the beginning of the new era And now the speaker of the South, J. Prince [J. Prince - talking] Awww yeah.. Rap-A-Lot back in the house once again With the trillest of the trill, Bun B The new President of the South Yo Bun, it's your time And we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters Who suffered at the hands of the enemy [Bun B] It's been a long time comin' but it finally came For Bun B to get his motherf**in' shot in the game I put mo' work in than an average trill n***a can put And I'mma gangsta from my head to my foot Blacker than soot, I got the hood behind me The street's co-signed me Head ported in the ghetto (man), you know where to find me The mission is laid out and the vision is clear From this moment I run the South and everything down here From the corners and cuts, trap spots and blocks Whether it's rappin' or work, I got the sh** on lock I ain't wit' all that back talkin', sneak dissin', or plexin' I'mma tell ya how I feel cause I'mma god damn Texan 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the fraud Cause this a White House of cars, filled wit' nuthin but broads We gon' run them hoes out and put some trill n***as in Cause what happened in New Orleans, should never happen again They been sittin' on they a**, doin' much about nuthin For too god damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin' I'mma instigate a change from the motherf**in' top Cause this bullsh** they pullin' on my people gotta stop So I'm here to make a stand (stand) and take up the slack Dirty South, Prince, Deezy I got ya motherf**in' back It's a new king on the throne, and his crown is a hat It say "Free Pimp C," now what's f**in' wit' that? Hail to the chief {*echoes*}