Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',
Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch
boys break their necks trying to creep a little sneak peek at us You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast Once you party
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making
mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin These look out boys is hawkin You gotta be
flyest [Chorus] You got to be the flyest I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them jeans, but you can work it like that You got to be the flyest
got a fetish for boys that's pushing them nice toys A fetish for dem boys that's fresher than altoids I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauris
got her work cut out for you) Momma need a benz (got a roof cut out for you) Kinda short up on yo rent (got a whole new house for you) And dont worry
somethin... You know us we the Usual Suspectss, You no the boys on the block wanna take us, Cause we bringin all of the paper, n From nothinn, To somethinn, You
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more
is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Down with all of you
new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach
nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know we
on, me and you nigga And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches This remix for real
birds It's mean in this dirty south You ever disrespect it And we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin' You