(feat. H.A.W.K., Kee Money, Big Dex) 



[talking:] 

Southside (Southside), we keep it gangsta 

Keep it gangsta, Northside (Northside) 

Keep it gangsta, what-what-what 

Keep it gangsta, what 



[H.A.W.K.:] 

I'm not on the squad player, I'm on the squd nigga 

Quick to pull a trigger, and I'm raw like Jigga 

How the hell you figga, you could step to a gangsta 

I shank ya spank ya, and won't even thank ya 

I'm on the cut, t-shirt and black Chuck's 

Selling clucks for bucks, hitting hard like numchucks 

I fill gaps like chaps, with these hardcore raps 

And Blacks Whites and Japs, all give me dap 

You'll never catch me stalking, or doing too much talking 

When I might keep it gangsta, and start to Crip walking 

My dogs start to barking, cause they ready to scratch 

I release the latch, watch my killers attack 

Now fire up a fat strack, if you wanna do it 

But don't jump naked, on embalming fluid 

Nigga stay true to it, if you take that chance 

And my gangstas, won't you do your dance 



[Trae:] 

Thug living I'm bonified, and running with mob ties 

Niggaz knew I was on the rise, pulling stunts like Fog Eye 

Fore the green we mashing, while we colliding for the South 

And if you hating close your mouth, cause I'm gon ride for the house 

I got thugs on every block, with a glock that stay cocked 

In a land of hard knocks, so we known for bleeding blocks 

And niggaz be hating me, and making my pressure rise 

Because I'm bubble eyes, on a GS customized 

We Interstate weight gliders, from H-Town to Nevada 

Going off like rotweilers, and pitbull fight scholars 

Throwing bows like Roy Jones, while bleeding with every zone 

And even hear a tune, that'll make a bad bitch sing along 

Like my name was Dru Hill, keeping it known that I got skills 

When it's time for me to drop, then we gon straight up make a mill 

For real it's like that, the Trae gon squash that 

So when it's time to plex, then we gon straight up break backs 



[Lil' B:] 

I'm a young ass nigga, that's always down for whatever 

Shooting slugs through your sweater, my nigga I'm bout my cheddar 

Together cause we united, don't bite it because it's venom 

Starched jeans that's denim, 600's we in em 

And filming these hoes on video, acting seditty though 

When all they want, is a nigga to take em home or to the Mo' 

Freak hoes, you ain't getting shit 

Keep my screens lit, sideways watching flicks 

Admit that I'm a G, Lil' B from H.C. 

Tipping down Fewquay, with Trae and Lil' T 

We be some young playas, big bodies we valeters 

Poetry rhyme sayers, sipping drank with the Mayor 

Pay'a close attention, weak niggaz flinching 

Step in the kitchen, I'm S.L.A.B. representing 

And gritting my teeth, my pressure's reached it's peek 

And to you hoes talking down, I'll sweep you off your feet 



[Keep Money:] 

Now bounce-bounce to this, when you hear it in your city 

While motherfuckers levitating, we leaving boys shitty 

Trying to get a ticket, while on our way to the top 

Steady crawling and balling, you know we can't stop 

One touch and recline the top, home of S-L-K 

And no inches up under 20, we consider them by the way 

3rd Coast the bay, down South we ain't tripping 

Pop a clip in while sipping, on a money making mission 

Game tight with precision, trigger finger steady itching 

While time keep on ticking, we in the kitchen forking chickens 

These boys they finna listen, we ain't playing with this game 

So pop a tape in your deck, and go on do your thang 



[Big Dex:] 

I'm in your eardrum like bass mantliss, I got bad habits 

From smoking weed, to popping tablets 

Get out of line, you'll come up missing like the Florida baddest 

I put niggaz in death beds, then fire cabinets 

You got a nine playboy, then you better grab it 

I'm serving niggaz like fiends, I gotta let em have it 

I got AK's and glocks, all automatics 

That have your face on a carton, that say missionary bastard 

Don't get me wrong, I see right through you like Judge Mathis 

That's why I have to wet your shirt, like a water mattress 

Like Elmer Fudd, I got a sock I aim at you rabbits 

And I be spraying out pellets, like deodorant arid 

I got spice on my shirt, for slap a bitch nigga merrets 

I put a regal round your neck, like I propose a marriage 

And I ain't talking to you bitch, but if the shoe fit wear it 

And that's what happened to them niggaz, that talking like Paris I let em have it 



[Jay'Ton:] 

I'm only 15, and love to county my green 

You see the bitches wanna ride, cause they love my screens 

And keeping niggaz on the run, cause they hate my beam 

I got twenty five niggaz, running on my team 

It's Jay'Ton the young one, that's all about stacking cash 

Fast on the gas, for the grind I gotta mash 

You feel what I'm saying mayn, we Southside thug niggaz 

That's down to pull triggers, and all about stacking figgas 



[Dougie D:] 

I'm a 3rd Coast wrecker, H-Town slab rider 

You can catch me crawling, and dropping the top on the prowler 

Prolly even see me in a houda 

One thang fa sho, I gotta keep em moving like Menuda 

It's the Dougie the daddy, I be known for stacking dollas 

Chunking the deuce up to my niggaz, and bitches and partnas 

Down in the Dirty South, is where motherfuckers'll find us 

Keeping em crunk shocking and rocking, and moving they body 

Now what it is about Texas, you wanna know about 

Don't be mislead, ain't all bout horses and dip in our mouth 

We sip on drank, with fat blunts puffing smoke out our mouth 

And this the way we keep it crunk, up on my side of town it's going down