[Hook x2: Ludacris & Young Jeezy] Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin' south (in the south) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that Niggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that 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 Nigga grab the right nine Knock your livin' daylights out, Bitch, 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] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] These pussy niggas only talkin' cause they got lips Guess them choppers only bustin' cause them bitches got clips Got them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that Bout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check that Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that I'm so high up in this bitch look like I got a jet pack If you a real street nigga, 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 fuck bout how you feel Cause in these motherfuckin' streets, I am Legend like Will [Hook] [Verse 3: Ludacris] These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potato Softer than Play-Doh, hope bitch nigga, 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 nigga 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, (Roof) I'm scratchin the surface The nigga with the million dollar verses These rappers are worthless And all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back Like a nigga doing voodoo curses Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables nigga Like I'm snatching your purses And I got a couple urges To clown on you niggas 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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