Know a nigga gotta talk my shit I ain't think twice, I paid that price and we did this, nigga Look, reached every goal I actually set I had to sit back down and rearrange that list, nigga Look, and now I'm out here gettin' rich You know a nigga gotta

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the

When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man Yeah I can get mine and you get yours Tell your boyfriend next time he around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more I'd rather him

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South