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