Tekster:
Fiend Some South Shit

B.K., no more need say So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin some cash Then bouncin up on some ass Better yet, think I'm on some extendable hash You

Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.

on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Made them hoes approach duke on some

with the gun, pop pop, aiyyo, let's go Here we go y'all New shit new shit, out the door y'all Shorty Pimp, E-Dub once again So buy you some of this

strings, like Mya Landske Bulletproof, emotint you can't see Mr. G rollin' up weed, Afghani sense Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage Like wintergreenmint, talk shit

Mound to the west to the north to the south Yo Gotti gon' represent it man No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans Still thugged

of Valor, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock" Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked Servin the fiends

Pickin' up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car Cooks it up till it's bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends lookin' like

the strip and you might dip into a coma I the bomba Bomba I'ma let you know que onda Que onda In the South Park smokin on some smoka On some smoka