Gone With The Wind: Song For The South (50 Cent Remix)

[Hook] So you think you my friend But I ain't gon pretend If ya think ya gon win You'll Be gone with the wind [Verse 1] Big Teach back This time I'm reppin' the South If you fail enough to diss it Then we'll clean out yo mouth I'ma talk these books Haters think I'm a nerd Still I'm dropping sick hooks Touching Sky like Freebird Analyzing Flan Cuz good stories hard to find Gossiping Grams And choppers on the line Misfit Misfortune Jesus rose from the grave But since we ain't seen it Ain't no choice but to cave To the devil within Ain't no pleasure in Sin No time for rest 3 bullets to her chest Easy Jeezy I feel a little Weezy From Blowing Money Fast Make one feel Meechy Time to rep the Cross Headin' straight to the pews Just like Big Ross If I end up on the news: Here's my confession End my possession Class is in session So drop ya Smith & Wesson: [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm spitting verses Like they was curses When I drop My rhymes Y'all all gon need nurses For a broken body And an insane mind Dial the circus up fool I'm calling freaks of all kinds One eyed monster Burning crosses At the Altar Heard Jesus saves But His people Had slaves Plantation Damnation Emancipation Proclamation War was ripping up my life And tearing Through our nation They lit up my house And spilt my ashes "Just down home boys Ain't Hitler Ain't Fascist" ? Walk the line with Big Teach Cuz that's Where the cash is I rose from hell With my teeth Still gnashin': Where I come from It's cornbread And Chicken; Rhymes So tasty Call my record "Finger Lickin" Tell me Why you trippin' Cuz This my Fam And Ain't gonna front Bout who I am So Keep yo Brooklyn Long Beach LA San Fran I'm a GA thugga And I don't give a damn Country Roads is Where I stand So Go head And cross me You'll end Up in the Land Hook