Southern Takeover

[Chamillionaire] + (Killer Mike) The Sound of Revenge Haha whoo Tell 'em what it is man Tell 'em what it is (Welcome to the new world order Atlanta, Georgia) Houston, Texas The South is officially taking over Y'all already know [Hook: Chamillionaire] + (Killer Mike) Just look over your shoulders, shoulders Let me see who just showed up, showed up It's the southern takeover, its over Better tell 'em (I got dreams to stand on top Try and stop, blot blot block) Just look over your shoulders, shoulders Let me see who just showed up, showed up It's the southern takeover, its over Better tell 'em (I got dreams to stand on top Try and stop, blot blot block) [Killer Mike] It's the mister four fifth totter, cooking coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper Muck a nigga if he figure fucking wit my figures makes him Richer, he should know instead, it will make him deader Deader money, fucking with my money, get yo money Snatched right out of Sunday School On a bright and sunny Sunday, this ain't funny I ain't joking bout my coke and package come up shorter Might kidnap your wife and daughter, bury them down deep in Georgia No D.A. or fucking lawyers, prosecuting witnesses We executing, start to shooting, start the looting, start the violence Start a riot, get this motherfucker crunker, crunk you can get it Pass that dro, I'mma hit it, out of line, nigga I spit it Spit it vivid, cause I live it, you don't walk it, you just talk it Pistol toting, and unloading, that's my slogan, 'bout this dope and I ain't holdin, steady slangin, right on your trap or block Take your trap, set up shop, try and stop, blot blot blot [Hook] [Chamillionaire] This ain't about a image, this ain't about a gimmick Pussy stand to the side now the game gotta meanace I'm damn said to the city I came to stop the realest We bombing on his ass when he's finishing his sentence I've only got a minute if it ain't about a digit You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish So you need to mind your business if you ain't bout your business Uh, I'm a H-Town Soldier, I'mma come With the trunk up, and gon remind cha If you say your getting it, shoulda told chu bout a Nigga named Chamillionaire that's fo sho a problem You don't want no problem, probably gonna need you to let the fo-fo remind 'em Yeah you tip on and ride em, We ride 4-4s when the dough beside 'em 6'6 taller looking like he a center, 10 tattoos looking like he a killer Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga, Pull out a billboard, put a price on a nigga Have his kinfolk, put a knife in a nigga From the car to the pocket then hit him right in your liver It was a big boy to put a slice in the middle, your head fast nigga Killer Mike with the killer Don't mess with the south, homie that's a dream, hallucinating or imagining We so XXL with the gats I mean, something ready to blow in the magazine You know that them southern cash is mean, franklins frown for me when I stash my cream Pull up with the candy paint that'll match my green, Killer Pastor, they just ain't imagining [Hook] [Pastor Troy] Y'all know me its PT, well uh huh and all of that Black on black with black tip, I can't help but represent Not content I want more who the fuck you take me for Studio rappers not my forte, drop my top and bust my ak No more play in G-A, yeah that's a classic Riding in the classic, totin me a plastic Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue Slap me a nigga cause I'm motherfucking bored Chamillionaire, I camoflauge with my surroundings Get my Desert Eagle and get to motherfucking pounding Up and down the street, throwing heat out the driver seat Riding to the beat, tell them niggas its just they week [Hook]