Dirty South

My nigga he got life i dont know what to do
Im hearing he a snake he preeing niggaz food
Hope he never break hope he know the rules
But thats the way it go so we keep 22's
My bodie he got locked he look at a L
I wish that i feel better tryna Help a nigga out
That aint how it go when u from the south
Just aint how it go when u from the dirty south
Im the best thats in my city niga hatin on me
Way i spit it and i live it is as real as can be
Game didn't change still calling for me
Lames want me down but i stand on my feet
When the heats kn only firearms can settle
When its war time u wanna ride out with the rebels
Eating dinner with some winners tell em get on my level
I seen a nigga loose him homie he was to sentimental
While the ops celebrate give the killer a metal
Leave ur feeling st the door but niggaz dont get the memo
Wore his heart upon his sleeve it got played like chelo
When this fire out the metal turn ur body to jello



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Noel Smith
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