Southside Chi-Town let me show you how we get down
Fuck around you get chopped and bagged like a pound

I spit Ether but my shit better than StillMattic
Yo raps sound like you a fuckin Crack Attic

Look Deleon you should of left it alone
Yo cd a make less money than a half a zone

Thats bout 25 dollars need some skills just holla
You the little dirt that fly off when I pop my collar

Who colder S.Carter But kid dont get me confuse with hova
You couldn't make it to the top even if you stood on my shoulders

I spit bolders that a fuck you up
16brs from me it a shut you up

Have you scared he probally one of them No shows
With no goals get beat up like corner hoe

I seen yo crew yall just trying to copy us
Middle finger up to the DirtySouth Mafia

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Guess who's Back
Still smellin crack in my clothes
Dont make me relapse on you hoes