[H.A.W.K.]  Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open  Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde  If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind side  Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah died  It's just Southern pride, inside and outside  Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide  Some people done lied, told you that we countrified  Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean ride  If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side  Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern fried  Let me be your tour guide, up the South and Northside  And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg tied  Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried  Roaches get pesticide, we won't be denied  Playa I reside, on the Southside  Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside    [Hook]  What you boys know, about the Dirty South  Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out  What you boys know about that Lone Star state  Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade?  What you boys know, about them Texas boys  We the ones Down South, making all the noise  What you boys know, about that S.U.C.  This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T    [H.A.W.K.]  On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts  Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with that  I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that  The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't get in that  I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack  Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you rugrats  I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that  At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks  All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks  Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and flats  We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats  Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats  That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it  We arch you to it, like Nike just do it  You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn  If you not from round here, you boys will learn that    [Hook]    [H.A.W.K.]  Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter  Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter  See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas  Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas  I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger  I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like Digga  Southern flow spitter, don't mess with quitters  Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the chills  What boys know, bout eggs and grits  Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits  What you boys know, bout starchy jeans  And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen  What you boys know, bout brand new whips  Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips  What you boys know, bout moving snow  I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed    [Hook]