Red Spyda - Welcome to the South lyrics

[Intro - Young Buck] Young Buck, Lil' Flip, David Banner c'mon G-Unit in this b**h, G-Unit in this b**h The dirty dirty Show 'em how the South do [Hook - Young Buck] Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby, show 'em how the South do We pop pills, shoot to k**, you know what we bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South [Verse 1 - Young Buck] Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel Just come to cashville, y'all gon see how hood it is We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it Your hood ain't no harder than mine, b**h, we all thuggin' We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin' I know I'm country, I can't help it I'm from Tennessee I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies Y'all n***as remember me? (remember me?) Not because the birds ten a ki' But Young Buck been a g', I give a f** who you be boy I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car [Hook] [Verse 2 - David Banner] I swear on the souls of our dead cousins I ain't f**in, man I'm commin AK 40's bustin' 7's and Mack 11's I told 'em all I ain't no ho But n***as don't listen till you kick a n***a Smack him with that callico I'm tryin to stay in gods plan But I hadta show these f*ggots that your f**in with a man, ya b**h! I left them n***as needin' path And y'all probly won't live to see this weekend Gotta go, gotta go, f**in mash out I hit the dro' a Lil more and then I pa** out Crashin' the H2, b**hes I hate you Now you keep talkin sh**, I kidnap and ducktape you Let them f*ggots rape you Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge Tell them b**hes come and get me Cuz I was born in this b**h to die I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your b**h, gettin' high [Hook] [Verse 3 - Lil' Flip I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so f** y'all n***as dissin' me I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' with a victory Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me Cuz I pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 "I'll back you down" Run to Ya' crib and snach Ya' pounds, everybody on the ground You know my n***as hold me down, what goes around comes around I represent H-Town, still run the underground With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level It's clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down [Hook] - 2X