H.A.W.K. - Boys N Da South lyrics

[Chorus - 2x] 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 f** with us boy, down south the sh** [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 b**h, I go to war on it, cause I'm The tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it [Chorus - 2x] [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 an*lyzing 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 sh** with this lyrical dope, we hard [Chorus - 2x] [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 a** vocals Best believe my sixteen gone be hard as f** Cause E.S.G. puts it down for H-Town what's up [Chorus - 4x]