Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love
 Those who didn't (Ha Ha)

 [Verse 1]
 I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy
 Balling just picture me baby
 You and me hit you so crazy
 You gonna be pushing them daises
 We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
 While you hustling on the block
 We fishing in the Everglades
 Reckon I run up in this liquor store
 Pick up a fifth of that Crown
 We were puffing on that herb
 When y'all break it down and frown
 Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town
 They used to call me JD out South slinging pound
 Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out
 Lay low when you see some shit in the south
 Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow
 So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas
 Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash

 [Chrous]
 I reckon we fully prepaired
 Reckon you oughta be scared
 Reckon we out of control
 Thinking bout platinum and gold
 Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
 Reckon you bitches gonna learn
 You can't keep Haystak down

 I reckon we fully prepaired
 Reckon you oughta be scared
 Reckon we out of control
 Thinking bout platinum and gold
 Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
 Reckon you bitches gonna learn

 [Verse 2]
 I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken
 I'll be here till I leave yo
 Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
 My people(echo) country as collard greens
 Money hungry dope fiends
 Go get that cheese by any means
 Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon
 Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
 I came up with cash villians
 Riding right, sack dealin
 We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back)
 In the back of the club
 In the back of the limo
 Nothing changed but the day,the date on my
 Presidential
 I came hard on my first
 I came hard on my second
 I come hard on my third
 Do you reckon? I reckon

 [Chrous]

 [Verse 3]
 I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars
 Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx)
 Cops pull us over looking for rocks
 Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks
 You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash
 Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass
 I'm talking bad to security up in the club
 You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up
 They told me cowards won't dig it
 They told me haters ain't liking it
 I told them that ain't whats on my
 Mind when I'm writing it
 If my people had got popped and never did fold
 Knowing they been took care of it
 Soon as they got parole(echo)

 [Chrous]

 (DJ scratches then cold end