O-Dog & DoughBoy of the Soufside (feat. BlickWaYs)

Ayo, B3 mane, I see the opp's over there mane, (Hol-up Hol-up) Keep the burner, Keep the burner, Keep the burner tucked, Nigga Aye mane, they don't know that we on some O-Dog and DoughBoy shit nigga, we'll get them Nigga's Hit'em up, Hit'em up Just like 2Pac Get'em up, Get'em up Many Men they'll get shot Stitch'em up, Stitch'em up I'm ya, Murda Doc Blick'em up, Blick'em up (Grah, Grah) Blick'em up! Hit'em up, Hit'em up Just like 2Pac Get'em up, Get'em up Many Men they'll get shot Stitch'em up, Stitch'em up I'm ya, Murda Doc Blick'em up, Blick'em up (Grah, Grah) Blick'em up, What! I'm The Microphone fiend, The Lyrical abomination (Yeah), that'll verbally kill, in any situation It's life or death that I'm facing I'm in that fast-lane (Skrrt) always keep it dawg, I ain't no Cat-Mane (Hell nah) Diamond mouth, but I'm from that Dirty-South I got that B.G Hot-Boy flow, with a YB mindset, bitch, don't you Nigga's know, I ain't Baby Joe But with me, don't go toe to toe, in the M No-Jumper don't bring ya Bro's, Rollin' 24's, T.I smokin' dro Bulldog I keep that 44 Kush Cologne, it's me she adore, Kick in ya door, it's on Nigga that means it's war, the bullets rain and poor (Shotgun cocks) Aye, man this what the police-(Kane and his Nigga's tweak) Ya'll scared like some bitches Hit'em up, Hit'em up Just like 2Pac Get'em up, Get'em up Many Men they'll get shot Stitch'em up, Stitch'em up I'm ya, Murda Doc Blick'em up, Blick'em up (Grah, Grah) Blick'em up! Hit'em up, Hit'em up Just like 2Pac Get'em up, Get'em up Many Men they'll get shot Stitch'em up, Stitch'em up I'm ya, Murda Doc Blick'em up, Blick'em up (Grah, Grah) Blick'em up (Blick'em up go), What! We the real Soufside, We gon' really Blick'em up, you ain't no real Gutta-Baby, you ain't slangin' in our cuts You ain't been thru, what we been thru, so we sending headshots If you run you can't really run, cause we send out red-dots I be stacking all this money, and this pape ya'll fanned out, all my nigga's get united, and we got our bands out And these fiends steady asking for that shit, I ran out, blowing up like a rocket, and I'm bout' land now Aye, what's the plan now, Aye, let's put this plan down (Let's go), we goin' to the top, no inturupt, ya man's down You's a stupid-ass pussy, get yo ass ran down, Aye get yo ass ran down We got a problem here, we got problem, Nigga Put yo gun away nigga Can we have one night, were there ain't no fighting, nobody get shot Shut-up bitch Hit'em up, Hit'em up Get'em up, Get'em up Stitch'em up, Stitch'em up Blick'em up, Blick'em up (Grah, Grah) Blick'em up! Hit'em up, Hit'em up Get'em up, Get'em up Stitch'em up, Stitch'em up Blick'em up, Blick'em up (Grah, Grah) Blick'em up, What!