Southern Dialect

These niggas ain't feelin us It's the best kept secret, baby Down south We got women on the beach Swerve on streets Players ridin drop And the flips won't stop [Verse 1] Now tell me what y'all know about a player like me comin through steppin I'm wreckin, New Orlean'an, and in 1984 turned Texan Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game I had to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing Now don't you wanna scream it like you mean it To them fools who said I couldn't do it The ones that said that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined Keep on doin what you're doin That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn't really my niggas They reneged, they couldn't stand to see me get big in the business That's why they player-hated me Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee? It never faded me cause I know where my head is at Know where I'm headed at, that's why I keep on makin... [Chorus] Now the deeper the root The bigger the square of the loot When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool I'm speakin the truth, partner, seek and you'll find Southern dialect, I'm regulatin, that's how I gets down for mine [Verse 2] It's on to the break of dawn So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes That's puttin these knots in my pocket? I'm About to rock until I can't no mo' I'm takin this here all the way to the bank for dough Cause y'all know, as long as players turn into rappers And rappers turn into actors, all these broads'll be gettin atcha Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is? The rhymin wizard's about to show you haters what southern rhymin is I'm bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart Put it down in '94, and never gave thought Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed Fools got slung like the trash, I mash ]From the scene, never seen by no witnesses Partner, don't try to play dumb, look, you know what this is Quit the biz cause y'all ain't ready for the outcome No doubt, son, I'm from the south, and never lost a bout, son [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now, don't step, or you'll get ruined, mayn I got you trippin on the way a soldier's like me over here doin things You knew the game, but you blew it again Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring Give it up or get broken down It's goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound So now you know it's a southern thing I'm handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring I'm serious, I told you that way back in '94 They wanna flow, it ain't no thing, just let the record go Didn't you know I bust from southwest to southeast? Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece So I give thanks, then it's off to the bank Protected by forces unseen, so I ain't gettin ganked As for the fakers and the haters Small things ain't nothin to a player I'm all about my paper I stacks my chips and then I break Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state Forget what another say, I'm backed up by my actions Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin Who is Big Mike? and like that I'm back atcha Partner, handle your businesss, I ain't mad atcha Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature [Chorus]