Down in the South Lyrics

Come like you man don't know where i'm from!

It goes down in the south, It goes down in the south, It goes down in the south

Get to sticking, hold tight i'm gripping

That trigger finger itching, uhh

It goes... uh huh

It goes down in the south

The 12 gauge in the house

The sharp blades in the house

Get to sticking, hold tight i'm gripping, that trigger finger uhh

It goes... uh huh

It goes down in the who?

It goes down in the south, It goes down in the south!

Fuck this i'm on one

Catch a pagan slipping, set tripping

You'll certainly go missing

Each and every man is on their own mission

Tryna turn lead to gold

Break the laws of physics

I stay sipping

Double shot of rum

Planning, plotting, positioning

Preparing people for these streets of rage

These streets cold

They burn baby burn

Old school dons now rest in urns

Upon the mantle

Families remain dismantled

Shattered from the 12 gauge that sprays

And shatters rib cages

I've seen a Snake get his throat cut

Hey, I wasn't even fazed,

Hey, for me it's just another day

On the South Side where Snake mother fucks

Try to set some honey traps for some fast cash

You know that quick dolo, yh, me, I kick down doors yo

Run in with the Cutless screaming give me your dinero!

And make that snappy, the dogs are barking!

Time to corner the market

I Hustle Hard! Hustle Hard!

Down in the south, It goes down in the south, It goes down in the south

Get to sticking, hold tight i'm gripping

That trigger finger itching, haa

It goes... uh huh

The 12 gauge in the house!

The 12 gauge in the house!

The sharp blade in the house!

Everyday I duck Jakes and drive safe

Don't draw no attention

But draw the Mac 11 if a Snake wants to rumble

Too many King Kongs in one Jungle

The king cobras spitting venom

Don't get poisoned

True knowledge turns sour

Chinese whispers by the hour

Each pawn steps closer to his first taste of power

On the streets the weak get devoured

Rat bag cowards

The hood is run by that ****** white powder

And higher orders

From kingpins locked in the bin

Doing EPP, life sentences

These streets are mountainous peak

Don't you see?

Everyone is not only hungry, but they greedy!

With the green eye of envy, breeding jealousy

Breaking relationships quicker than the back on a botched backflip

Don't get caught slipping in the wrong postcode

Without a blade or a chrome

Warriors come out to play- yay

Streets walls graffiti laced with gang signs and names

Claiming their territory

Stay silent don't tell no stories

Killers name get taken to the grave

Witnesses get sprayed, from the back of a 'ped precise aim

Licking off head tops in derelict blocks for Fame!

On The Streets of Rage