Dirty South

My nigga he got life i dont know what to do Im hearing he a snake he preeing niggaz food Hope he never break hope he know the rules But thats the way it go so we keep 22's My bodie he got locked he look at a L I wish that i feel better tryna Help a nigga out That aint how it go when u from the south Just aint how it go when u from the dirty south Im the best thats in my city niga hatin on me Way i spit it and i live it is as real as can be Game didn't change still calling for me Lames want me down but i stand on my feet When the heats kn only firearms can settle When its war time u wanna ride out with the rebels Eating dinner with some winners tell em get on my level I seen a nigga loose him homie he was to sentimental While the ops celebrate give the killer a metal Leave ur feeling st the door but niggaz dont get the memo Wore his heart upon his sleeve it got played like chelo When this fire out the metal turn ur body to jello --- Dirty South - Roney