Southern Takeover Lyrics - The Sound Of Revenge - Chamillionaire

The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is Mayne 

Welcome to the New World Order 

Atlanta, Georgia Houston, Texas 

The south is officially takin' over, he already know 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda 

Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper 

Muck a nigga if he figure fuckin' with my figures 

Makes him richer he should know instead or it'll make him better 

Than a money fuckin' with my money 

Get yo money stacked right outta Sunday school 

On a bright and sunny Sunday this ain't funny 

I ain't jokin' 'bout my coke and package come up shorter 

Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them down deep in Georgia 

No D.A's a fuckin' lawyer prosecutin' witnesses 

We execute and start the shootin', start the lootin' 

Start the violence, start a riot 

Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it 

Pass that ho, I'm a hit it outta line, we gon' spit it 

Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't walk it, you just talk it 

Pistol totin' and a loadin' that's how smokin' got this dope 

And I ain't hopin', steady slangin' right on yo trappa block 

Try your track, set up shop try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Hey, hey, hey this ain't about an image, this ain't about a gimmick 

Pussys stand to the side now the game got a menace 

I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest 

We bummin' on his ass, we finishin' his sentence 

I only got a minute, I feelin' about a digit 

You lookin' at a nigga like I ain't about to get it 

I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't about to finish 

So you need to mind your business if you ain't about your business 

I'm a H-Town soldier 

I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon' remind ya 

If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda told ya father 

Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems 

You don't want no problem 

Get 'em knees shoulda let the fo fo remind 'em 

Ya you tip on the ride 'em 

I be ridin' fo fo's on the door beside 'em 

6' 6" tall lookin' like he a center 

10 tatoos lookin' like he a killa 

Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga 

Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga 

I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga 

From the car to his pocket then right in your liver 

Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle 

Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa 

Don't mess with the south homie, that's a dream 

Hallucinate or imagining so 

Double XL with the gats I mean 

Keep somethin' ready to blow in the magazine 

And you know that southern cash is mean 

Franklin's frown for me when I stash my cream 

Pull up in candy paint that match my green 

Killer, Pastor and Koopa are the master machine 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Y'all know me, it's PT well I hunt and all of that 

Black on black, with black tip, I can't help but represent 

I'm not content, I want more who the fuck you take me for? 

Studio rappers not the fortay, drop my top and bust my AK 

No more play, N G A yeah, that's a classic 

Ridin' in the classic tote a mill and I blast 'em 

Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue 

Slap me a nigga 'cause I'm motherfuckin' bored 

Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding 

Get my desert E's and get to motherfuckin' poundin' 

Up and down the streets throwin' heat, out the driver's seat 

Ridin' to the beat tell them nigga just lay weak 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop 

Just look over your shoulder 

Let me see who just showed up 

It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em 

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop