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Halsell Steve - 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
 Muthafucka 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 fuckin' 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 fuck with them hounds
 We lay it down
 Ask a clown when we buck around
 Muthafuckas better lay down
 We play it raw
[Chorus] (2x)
 [Second Verse: Tre-8]
 I'm missin' a certified death wish
 Nigga wanna step to this gettin' blows to the dome
 And I cock the chrome, it's on, strong gone
 Niggas 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 nigga make way
 You'll get blazed today
 And I'ma say what I gotta sayHalsell Steve - Down South - http://motolyrics.com/halsell-steve/down-south-lyrics.html
 Niggas 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, nigga movin' too slow
 I don't changed the whole time frame
 Now it's rangin' and clangin' them bitches
 We stained them bitches, lookin' stupid like hoes
 Bringin' the pain to these hoes
 With flows and blows of death
 Makin' niggas sweat like hot sauce
 Runnin' up my block bruh
 Make me put my top down
 Break you off proper
 Pussy poppers over the World had better hide
 Look into my eyes as I cock the nine
 Niggas 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 muthafuckas that you ever saw nigga we be raw
[Chorus] (2x)
 [Third Verse: Misdemeanor]
 We bes, the dopest muthafuckas that you ever saw
 Spinnin' out of Lexus cars playin' the game raw
 These niggas better recognize the real when caps get peeled
 Me and my nigga Tre leavin' brains just spilled
 That's on the real, you can get killed
 If you want, hit your ass two times up in the chest with the pump
 Throw your ass 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 bitch should've worn a fuckin' skirt
 Ol, sissy ass nigga I had to get wit'cha
 Now your Mom and Dad sayin' they miss ya, had to give 'em a tissue
[Chorus] (4x)











