Victory N'gold Lyrics - Singles - Lil' O

[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, 'cause 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 'cause I'm busting mine 

Chorus 2X