Red Clay

[Hook] Have you ever, been stuck in Red Clay? Have you ever, been down south this way? Cuz niggaz down here don't wanna play Southern Country boys from around the way [Verse 1] Straight to the forefront, never holding back Mr. DJ, on the tracks, so I can't slack In fact I consistently hold more raid than the Gen's army Never said you'll harm me And you protecting your buffoons when alarm me I got you stuck like superglue You had no clue no need for beefing in my stew, I gotta crew to do Dirt hurt you and your flunky Beat you down like junkies That's the high, now we got the munchies Instead of smacking fast mouths I doze, I close, I chose my foes I finger-fuck bitches like hoes So I suppose as many plenty that any little skinny B Got enemies we down south drinking Hennessey [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Hey, back up, break 'em down like a compound Nah, shake 'em up like an earth quake 'til they fall down Then smoke 'em out like a pig in a blanket Yeah, roast his ass like a turkey by banquet See I did more dirt than the old maid Get rougher and tougher than leather but smooth like suede Got the power to crush you like the abdominal snowman Then grind your ass, like glass back to sand As I map out and diagram my hit I'm a calculate the many ways the body can split As I look you in the face and spit I'm gonna watch you fall through this bottomless pit So who you laughing at Jack, cuz the joke's on you Claiming true coming down this way In the coupe like that nigger (what) (Straight out of that south side) (You know we putting it down, come on) [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Well, let me get loose and spit my verbal juice On tracks I raps the G stacks and packs we pack mack for those who slack And whack, act, and who you got your back? I don't need my boys to bruise you Kick a verse and loose you Hey, booboo, who control your brain like lyrical voodoo That's how I screw you, so who do You want to see Now, Ni you got the most exciting Stevie, believe me So many want to be me From the south side of the A We blaze purple haze in many days And in many ways, crime pays My mind would drive through my way Then start to hit you hard like pavement Me and my niggas yeah, we stay bad. Coming through the "Y" You'll find me locally down south Run your mouth in my house and get tossed out I heard you said we was slow Check the flow I got more in store down south this way we getting paid Where we stay [Chorus x2] [Fade]