Partners-N-Crime - Down South lyrics

[Chorus: repeat 4X] 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 Muthaf**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 f**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 f** with them hounds We lay it down Ask a clown when we buck around Muthaf**as better lay down We play it raw [Chorus] (2x) [Second Verse: Tre-8] I'm missin' a certified d**h wish n***a wanna step to this gettin' blows to the dome And I co*k the chrome, it's on, strong gone n***as 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 n***a make way You'll get blazed today And I'ma say what I gotta say n***as 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, n***a movin' too slow I don't changed the whole time frame Now it's rangin' and clangin' them b**hes We stained them b**hes, lookin' stupid like hoes Bringin' the pain to these hoes With flows and blows of d**h Makin' n***as sweat like hot sauce Runnin' up my block bruh Make me put my top down Break you off proper p**y poppers over the World had better hide Look into my eyes as I co*k the nine n***as 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 muthaf**as that you ever saw n***a we be raw [Chorus] (2x) [Third Verse: Misdemeanor] We bes, the dopest muthaf**as that you ever saw Spinnin' out of Lexus cars playin' the game raw These n***as better recognize the real when caps get peeled Me and my n***a Tre leavin' brains just spilled That's on the real, you can get k**ed If you want, hit your a** two times up in the chest with the pump Throw your a** 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 b**h should've worn a f**in' skirt Ol, sissy a** n***a I had to get wit'cha Now your Mom and Dad sayin' they miss ya, had to give 'em a tissue [Chorus] (4x)