Reckon Lyrics - Haystak

South 

Side! yeah yeah 

Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love 

Those who didn't (Ha Ha) 

I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy 

Balling just picture me baby 

You and me hit you so crazy 

You gonna be pushing them daises 

We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades 

While you hustling on the block 

We fishing in the Everglades 

Reckon I run up in this liquor store 

Pick up a fifth of that Crown 

We were puffing on that herb 

When y'all break it down and frown 

Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town 

They used to call me JD out South slinging pound 

Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out 

Lay low when you see some shit in the south 

Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow 

So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas 

Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash 

I reckon we fully prepaired 

Reckon you oughta be scared 

Reckon we out of control 

Thinking bout platinum and gold 

Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now 

Reckon you bitches gonna learn 

You can't keep Haystak down 

I reckon we fully prepaired 

Reckon you oughta be scared 

Reckon we out of control 

Thinking bout platinum and gold 

Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now 

Reckon you bitches gonna learn 

I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken 

I'll be here till I leave yo 

Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast 

My people(echo) country as collard greens 

Money hungry dope fiends 

Go get that cheese by any means 

Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon 

Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon 

I came up with cash villians 

Riding right, sack dealin 

We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back) 

In the back of the club 

In the back of the limo 

Nothing changed but the day,the date on my 

Presidential 

I came hard on my first 

I came hard on my second 

I come hard on my third 

Do you reckon I reckon 

I reckon we fully prepaired 

Reckon you oughta be scared 

Reckon we out of control 

Thinking bout platinum and gold 

Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now 

Reckon you bitches gonna learn 

You can't keep Haystak down 

I reckon we fully prepaired 

Reckon you oughta be scared 

Reckon we out of control 

Thinking bout platinum and gold 

Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now 

Reckon you bitches gonna learn 

I reckon we slide like sports cars 

Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar 

Cops pull us over looking for rocks 

Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks 

You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash 

Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass 

I'm talking bad to security up in the club 

You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up 

They told me cowards won't dig it 

They told me haters ain't liking it 

I told them that ain't whats on my 

Mind when I'm writing it 

If my people had got popped and never did fold 

Knowing they been took care of it 

Soon as they got parole