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Ludacris - Raised In The South lyrics
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
 What's up?
 [Hook: Ludacris & Jeezy x2]
 Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
 Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
 Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
 Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
 'Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin' south (in the south)
 [Verse 1: Ludacris]
 Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that
 Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that
 Niggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that
 Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that
 I guess you in the right place, at the right time
 And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind
 The wrong move'll make a Nigga grab the right nine
 Knock your livin' daylights out, Bitch, night time
 Come off up them stacks
 If you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em
 Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him
 Go stick him and might erase him
 Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em
 Or see all the pigs and all that bacon
 We gon' As-salamu alaykum
[Hook x2]
 [Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
 These pussy niggas only talkin' 'cause they got lips
 Guess them choppers only bustin' 'cause them bitches got clips
 Got them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips
 Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips
 All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that
 Bout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check thatLudacris - Raised In The South - http://motolyrics.com/ludacris/raised-in-the-south-lyrics.html
 Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that
 I'm so high up in this bitch look like I got a jet pack
 If you a real street nigga, won't you tell me how it feel
 So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill
 So keep your name up out your mouth
 Gives a fuck bout how you feel
 'Cause in these motherfuckin' streets, I Am Legend like Will
[Hook x2]
 [Verse 3: Ludacris]
 These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potato
 Softer than Play-Doh, hope bitch nigga, lay low
 A-Town by the way of Illinois
 And our blocks come together like Legos, they know
 Who I am, I'm the man with a plane
 And a nigga with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces
 Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that
 I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes, (Roof)
 I'm scratchin the surface
 The nigga with the million dollar verses
 These rappers are worthless
 And all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose
 I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back
 Like a nigga doing voodoo curses
 Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit
 And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches
 Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables nigga
 Like I'm snatching your purses
 And I got a couple urges
 To clown on you niggas like a three ring circus
 If you ain't got no warrants
 Then you best to believe it'll be no searches
 So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains
[Hook x2]








