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Ludacris

"Raised In The South"

[Produced by Metro Boomin]

[Hook: Ludacris + Young Jeezy]
Keep my name out your mu'f*ckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) {*3X*}
Cause I was raised in the motherf*ckin' south (in the south)
Keep my name out your mu'f*ckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) {*3X*}
Cause I was raised in the motherf*ckin'...

[Ludacris]
(Luda!) Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that
Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that
n*ggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that
Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that (HAHH!)
I guess you in the right place, at the right time
And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind
The wrong move'll make a n*gga grab the right nine
Knock your livin' daylights out, b*tch, night time
Come off up them stacks, if you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em
Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him, go stick him and might erase him
Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em
Or see all the pigs and all that bacon, we gon' as-salamu alaykum

[Hook]

[Young Jeezy]
These pus*y n*ggas only talkin' cause they got lips
Guess them choppers only bustin' cause them b*tches got clips (YEEEAH~!)
Got them n*ggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips (haha)
Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips
All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that (nah)
Bout to ask him for that trap, and n*gga I'mma check that (DAAAMN)
Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that
I'm so high up in this b*tch look like I got a jet pack (WHOO)
If you a real street n*gga, won't you tell me how it feel
So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill
So keep your name up out your mouth, gives a f*ck bout how you feel
Cause in these motherf*ckin' streets, +I Am Legend+ like Will

[Hook]

[Ludacris]
These n*ggas is sweeter than a sweet potato, softer than Play-Doh, hope b*tch n*gga, lay low
A-Town by the way of Illinois and our blocks come together like Legos, they know
Who I am, I'm the man with a plane and a n*gga with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces
Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes (WOOF)
I'm scratchin the surface, the n*gga with the million dollar verses (WHOO)
These rappers are worthless and all I really wanna do is p*ss 'em off on purpose
I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back like a n*gga doing voodoo curses
Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit and hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches (OHHH)
Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables n*gga like I'm snatching your purses
And I got a couple urges to clown on you n*ggas like a three ring circus
If you ain't got no warrants, then you best to believe it'll be no searches
So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains

[Hook]

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