Southern Takeover (Chopped & Screwed) (Feat. Killer Mike & Pastor Troy)

Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)

It's the mister fo fifth told em
Cookin coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker
Wood gripper, pistol whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure
Fuckin with my figures
Makes him richer, he should know
Instead, it'll make him better than a money fuckin with my money
Get yo money stacked right outta Sunday school

On a bright and sunny Sunday
This ain't funny
I ain't jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter
Might kidnap yo wife and daughter
Bury them down deep in Georgia
No D.A.s a fuckin lawyer prosecutin witnesses
We excutin, start the shootin, start the lukin
Start the violence, start a riot
Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it

Pass that dro, I'm a hit it
Outta line, we gon spit it
Spit it vivid, cause i live it
You don't walk it, you just talk it
Pistol totin, and a loadin
That's how smokin got this dope

And i aint hopin, steady slangin
Right on yo trappa block
Take your track, set up shop
Try and stop (pop pop pop)

Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)

Hey hey, this ain't about an image
This ain't about a gimmick
This ain't about an image
This ain't about a gimmick
This ain't about an image
This ain't about a gimmick
Pussys stand to the side
Now the game got a menace
I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest

We bummin on his ass
He ain't finishin his sentence
I only got a minute
I feelin about a digit
You lookin at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm lookin at the money like I ain't about to finish
You need to mind your business
If you ain't about your business
I'm a H-town soldier

I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon remind ya
If you ain't gettin it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems
You don't want no problem (problem)
Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em
Ya you tip on the ride em
I be ridin fo fos on the door beside em
6' 6" tall lookin like he a center
10 tatoos lookin like he a killa

Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga
I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga
From the car to his pocket then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa
Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream
Hallucinate or imagining so
Double XL with the gats I mean

Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine
And you know that southern cash is mean
Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream
Pull up in candy paint that match my green
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine

Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)

Y'all know me, it's PT
Well I hunt and all of that
Y'all know me, it's PT
Well I hunt and all of that
Y'all know me, it's PT
Well I hunt and all of that
Black on black, with black tip
I can't help but represent
I'm not content, I want more

Who the fuck you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay
I drop my top and bust my AK
No mo play, nigga NGA
Yeah, that's a classic
Ridin in the classic
Tote a mill, and I blast em
Send em to the casket
Send em to the morgue

Slap me a nigga cause i'm motherfuckin bored
Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding
Get my desert E's and get to motherfuckin poundin
Up and down the streets
Throwin heat, out the driver's seat
Ridin to the beat
Tell them nigga just lay weak

Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)