[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
We them thugs from the south (south!),
'bout to turn it out (out!).
We them thugs from the south (south!),
'bout to turn it out (out!).
We them thugs from the south (south!),
'bout to turn it out (out!).
Point 'em out, take 'em out,
Point 'em out, take 'em out.
[M-Child]
Who I be, M-C-H-I-L, motherfucking D,
Erase the motherfucker who be talking about me.
Point 'em out, take 'em out, we do it so easily,
Everybody know the clique is the Kamikaze I.E.
Everybody know I'm from my hood that they come O.M.P.,
While my niggas count they money while chiefin' on brocolli.
Keep a pistol on my hip for you bitches with jealousy,
Quickly, D.I.E., my nigga, they history.
MC Mack and Stan Man, we taking over the land,
With a Gon' Madd plan, the bitches don't understand.
'cause doubt it all time, eliminate who I can,
Take you bitches off the earth, sink 'em like fucking quicksand.
It's whatever down south, hoe,
Check out my new album, hoe.
Nigga with that atom, point 'em out and take 'em out, hoe.
Kamikaze niggas down for W.A.R.
Ride up on you with some heat, 'cause a bitch you never ball,
Take 'em out, ingga.
On the suckers, reruckers to motherfuckers, in the misdemean.
Lay down, nigga, you history.
[M-Child]
That microphone, you need to drop it,
To a nigga that's gon' rock it,
Keep the club bouncing-jumping,
Until money bounce out they pockets.
Quit tripping off your face, Kamikaze in the place,
Best believe me all about a million dollar paper chase.
Ain't no nigga stopping, you can try your opportunity be free,
Why you niggas off the Memphis streets be always muggin' me?
Just because you finally bought a Chevy and some gold teeth,
Now you claiming killa', but bentley, you still a hoe to me.
[Nigero]
Nigga be the first to disperse those so just sit back and shiva',
Fearin' this Kamikaze nigga, scared to hell of shells I deliver.
No need for no mess, on the game show, my identity..
It's personal, get off your knees, hoe; that was some diggity.
Quit swinging, shakin' pacin'; what, you nervous? You restless?
You gutless, you heartless, I might as well make you chestless.
The richest world will get your ribs lost and filled,
With bullets; make a move, get killed, nigga.
[Chorus x2]
We them thugs from the south (south!),
'bout to turn it out (out!).
We them thugs from the south (south!),
'bout to turn it out (out!).
We them thugs from the south (south!),
'bout to turn it out (out!).
Point 'em out, take 'em out,
Point 'em out, take 'em out.
[M-Child]
Who I be, M-C-H-I-L, motherfucking D,
Erase the motherfucker who be talking about me.
Point 'em out, take 'em out, we do it so easily,
Everybody know the clique is the Kamikaze I.E.
Everybody know I'm from my hood that they come O.M.P.,
While my niggas count they money while chiefin' on brocolli.
Keep a pistol on my hip for you bitches with jealousy,
Quickly, D.I.E., my nigga, they history.
MC Mack and Stan Man, we taking over the land,
With a Gon' Madd plan, the bitches don't understand.
'cause doubt it all time, eliminate who I can,
Take you bitches off the earth, sink 'em like fucking quicksand.
It's whatever down south, hoe,
Check out my new album, hoe.
Nigga with that atom, point 'em out and take 'em out, hoe.
Kamikaze niggas down for W.A.R.
Ride up on you with some heat, 'cause a bitch you never ball,
Take 'em out, ingga.
On the suckers, reruckers to motherfuckers, in the misdemean.
Lay down, nigga, you history.
[M-Child]
That microphone, you need to drop it,
To a nigga that's gon' rock it,
Keep the club bouncing-jumping,
Until money bounce out they pockets.
Quit tripping off your face, Kamikaze in the place,
Best believe me all about a million dollar paper chase.
Ain't no nigga stopping, you can try your opportunity be free,
Why you niggas off the Memphis streets be always muggin' me?
Just because you finally bought a Chevy and some gold teeth,
Now you claiming killa', but bentley, you still a hoe to me.
[Nigero]
Nigga be the first to disperse those so just sit back and shiva',
Fearin' this Kamikaze nigga, scared to hell of shells I deliver.
No need for no mess, on the game show, my identity..
It's personal, get off your knees, hoe; that was some diggity.
Quit swinging, shakin' pacin'; what, you nervous? You restless?
You gutless, you heartless, I might as well make you chestless.
The richest world will get your ribs lost and filled,
With bullets; make a move, get killed, nigga.
[Chorus x2]
M Child Chorus x2 Pushing rocks on the block I m never broke man Try to saw me you get served With no regar...
If you don t back off I m killing myself x4 M Child I think you pushed the wrong button ...
M Child Yo I m gonna slow it down to you non rapping ass niggas who always got something to say about a ...
M Child Chorus x4 Grab the gauge full of rage cause the bullshit you started Put your vest on bitch and wa...
M Child Chorus Dirty bitch a dirty bitch She s a dirty bitch a dirty bitch I heard your momma was a...
Chorus x2 Kamikaze niggas in this motherfucker just trying to maintain On a mission for paper nigga or fuckin...
MChild Chorus x2 Associating with bullshit got me Gon Madd Associating with stupid hoes got me Gon Madd You fu...
