Racks in the safe (safe) Ain't no complaints (nah) Racks in the bank (racks) Fuck what you think (huh?) We got some rank (rank) Leave your ass stank (bow) Robbin' the bank (bank) You was a stranger (stranger) We don't relate (no) racks in the (rack)

Boom, b-boom-ba-boom Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, bitch And the beat go, It go, boom b-boom-ba-boom Now say, (yeah yeah yeah) Yea I see you big bro I'm a kill these niggas man

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! Yeah, we should do something like that Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady! There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister duo in the

I be on the moon, by myself They say that they real but I can't tell That's why I got this Glocky by my belt If you try to stop me, won't end well Fuck up the scene, yeah, fuck up the scene, yeah Uzi wan' party he say he got bitches and I got the beans

It's just another day in Heaven South And it's just another day in Heaven South Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the

Wake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo I don't want to miss it when you hit that high 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Take me dancing tonight You put the boom boom into my heart (hoo, hoo) You send my soul sky high when

It's just another day in Heaven South And it's just another day in Heaven South Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the

You got that booty booty boom bam ba Baby give me that boom bam ba Baby girl, please please, baby don't leave Baby got ass like a trunk Took her from her man, he a punk She got a body like Baywatch I met her at the Playhouse Ten bottles, bought ten more