From the South

I got the diamonds in my mouth





Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto

Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go

You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level

Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel

And pouring gas too, if there evidence

Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went

I'm a get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence

Lay the merk game down, and then I'm a hit the fence

Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining

They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds

I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it

My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it

Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers

Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter

Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters

God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'fucker









It ain't no lying or fiction, up in me please

I don't exaturrate the price, it was fifteen G's

When they ask, about the colored diamonds in the piece

Yeah I'm one of the richest, Southern niggaz in these streets

Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture

While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya

Koopa never have no time, for no panty pinchers

My nigga, how come you ain't take me to Miami with ya

It's a couple haters out there, that won't let me be

I feel like yelling F' the radio, like SPC

The movie room in my crib, got a empty sweet

I'm with Sway, I'm getting interviewed by MTV

Yeah I'm I'll at rapping, but I'm still not capping

Ain't touched a damn drug, and he still ain't trapping

I don't change don't sleep, cause Chamil' ain't napping

Stop acting like platinum, with Chamil' can't happen

I'm a Northside rider, ain't got to worry

Cause the major deal, is not about to turn me

Yeah the controversy, ain't about to hurt me

I don't play no games, like I forgot my jersey

Still ride around the city, with none of my niggaz with me

Still ride for H-Town, if don't none of these niggaz feel me

Ain't gotta like me, or have none of these niggaz hit me

I'm a be the MVP, if don't none of these niggaz pick me

A lot of rumors in the streets, ain't none of it really pretty

Getting money, makes all of the drama seem itty-bitty

Pick a click, I don't hang with none of these niggaz really

But I'm glad that the majors, is running up in the city cause I'm









Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill

You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill

Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill

Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal

These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked

After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch

My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring

If you ain't spend thirty, boy tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)









Blucker-blucker-blucker, that's how my gun go

If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe

I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though

Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those

I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall

Shining down South, brighter than all y'all

When it's time to get your jewelry done, who do y'all call

Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out

On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp

Even with a suspended license, still finna flip

Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get

Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip

Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips

These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips

But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch

I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth