f/ Botany Boys



[Lil' O shouting]

We bring the smash on you cowards

All you boys think we playing
We ain't playing wit you punks

We gonna hit ya'll where it hurts

Fuck em' kill em' all



Lil' O - Chorus 2X:

Southside got a hold

With any means necssesary, victory n'gold

Man fuck these haters they don't like the way we roll

We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold

Whoa, Whoa



[Verse 1- Lil' O]

From this day forward the dirty south declares war

You boys better harden up like 36 South

I'm a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain

And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it

I ain't playing wit you niggaz

Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz

You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver

Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver

And nigga I deliver, cuz I'm bored with you hoes

Knocking on your front door like em dominoes

We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame

And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name

We was all in the game sex, money and murder

Southside represented, number one hater hurters

Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys

By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys



Chorus 2X



[Verse 2- Will Lean of Botany Boys]

Victory in gold, applying pressure

Until the mystery unfold

Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told

Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold

Froze with bullet holes

Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors

Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers

Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya

On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya

Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale

Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale

Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping

The side your head starts to chip in

And niggaz I'm in it to win it, don't get offended

The plaque and the gold in the hold

I'm born a sinner plus we in the middle

Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish

Thats how we pull the punks



Chorus 2X



[Verse 3- C-Note Of Botany Boys]

I'm fuckin over you boys,

Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars

You wanna fool wit the rules you

What you claming red or blue

I'd rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean

But I gotta have a paper stack

Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money

Ain't shit funny give me the keys, give me the G's

Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze

I want it all so I can ball

I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl

It's war now, take a tip overtime

Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine

Will Lean always strapped with the beam

You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four

And nigga C-Note, I'm strapped at all times

Yeh I'm always busting nine cuz I'm busting mine



Chorus 2X