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(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, they want to why all these haters is talking
me
and talking nonsense, is Uchie with my man Filero
Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this

JC & (Uchie)
And we want to know why haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why these suckers talk about me)
And we want to know why haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we to know why these haters keep playing with
me)

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I
Just bought a right next to George Bush
In Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what
Fall to my knees and give all to Allah
I blow big and I don't like pigs
I'm to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But say it's too small, not enough coverage
But I got two and a brand new oven
I'm and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You could I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I my bitch a thousand
In the mall while you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, mom's bitching
Why don't you ever and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no hope
The only I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's f**king
Well f**k you too, call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
Stomp a down and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at if you want more than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly
I'm moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes to pigs like a spider named Charolette

Valet park it, 600
Will this be cash, naw you could charge it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her poster then she gave me the panocha
soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
Sometimes shave my head the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I had her, my dick gone gag her
her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr.
20 inch chrome straight and hit dome
my click alone unless you want your shit gone
No chest no and no way to get home
You want to be hard, freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure soften up, ha ha yo

(Chorus)

(Outro: Uchie)
What I'm talking about, is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya
me
Y'all gone hear me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm to do a little freestyle
While everyone is watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my in the truck
And away uh the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one never stuck
And bitches show me love with some and kisses
Maybe cause the on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard lyrics
Or mabe my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse til I die or my fame
We got Screwston they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got throwed ass dealers,
I'm out