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Aye turn that shit up (Turn that shit up)
So it can fuck with my eardrums (Yeah)
I'ma do this shit one time and that's it (One time, one take)
'Cause I'm really tired of dealing
With these little punks (Fuck Low Pro)
You won't see them on the streets (You don't see them bitches)
And if you do, they'll run (They'll run)
Aye, tell me who won (Tell me)
Southland (Yeah)
These punks ain't on our level (Ain't on our level)
Passed them lames a long time ago (A long time ago)
Check it out (With or without that little lame)
The other night I was on Alabama, kickin' it with some homies
They told me, "Yo, D, on the street, you ain't getting no love
Ever since these fake fools came out
They ain't tryna hear the real shit you spit out
What's up with that lame Raw punk tryna play you out?
Why ain't you fuck him up? What's this shit really all about?"
As I sipped on some gin, I explained a few things
About the life of a legend and the drama it brings
It's been a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
I don't wanna reach my goal if it means losing my shine
The streets is gangsta, and I'm a gangsta, so the streets is mine
Been banging as long as you been living, and that's a long time
Hard to stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
And hit a fine hyna on every spot on the map
This industry keeps sleeping, so I keep coming back
So what? You gots a strap, you know he'll never use that
Can't be seen, can't be hid
So when I see you, fool, your ass is through
Hahaha, see you around, buddy boy
And it feels so good (Feels so good)
To be back where I belong (Back where I belong)
Southland is just too strong (Just too strong)
You had us locked down much too long (Much too long)
Hey, it feels so good (Feels so good)
To be back where I belong (Back where I belong)
Southland is just too strong (Too strong)
You had us locked down much too long (Much too long)
Hey, hey (Yeah)