[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