Z-ro - Kings Of The South lyrics

[talking] Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go [Lil' Flip] Look me and my n***as, we fifty deep with them triggas I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with them k**as Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats I've been rapping eight years, I got too many placks Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib And put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his ribs [Z-Ro] I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route I got a stank a** attitude, excuse me n***a you have to move See these big old n***as I'm walking with, there's some behind you too Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya b**h [Lil' Flip] Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing to do So if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing with you I'm the King of the South, you see the ring and the house I'm a major playa like, Mean Green in the South So if I kick in your do', and put my dick in your hoe Give me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go [Z-Ro] When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo' do's I got rid of all my old b**hes, to make way for some mo' hoes We are the real Kings, god damn it my grill clean I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat) Cause I kick's it with my people, f** friends they all turn evil They might try, to do me something lethal All y'all n***as claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater [Lil' Flip] Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay n***as like Buffy You a f*g, I refuse to let a label f** me Cause I'm calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac n***a I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses I can't take no losses, you know how crunk the South is Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly's I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny This skinny n***a, will never be in my position How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition So when I stomp your a**, and when I front your a** And when I punch your a**, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go [Z-Ro] I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do' I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for your info [Lil' Flip] I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm T-Mac I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East I got New York n***as, paying 23 So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truck I come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up s*uts now let's ride