Us b*tches (Who Rumble Wit Dat South) lyrics

Ghetto Twinz in dis b*tch
Representin' fo' that southside n*gga
Southside n*gga, southside n*gga
Who wanna ride n*gga
f*ckin' round' with dat southside n*gga
Southside n*gga, southside n*gga
Who wanna ride n*gga
What, what, what, what what, what

Verse 1:

Who rumble wit dat south hungh, hungh?!
And git dat ass knocked out now, now!
You see we real in dis b*tch boi!
f*ck around and git killed in dis b*tch boi!
You mothaf*ckas can't see us head on n*gga!
Every thug from that south live wrong n*gga!
We packin' chrome n*gga!
Run up if ya want some!
Poppin' dum-dums!
n*ggas don't want none!
Mothaf*ckas' straight killas in dis b*tch!
Droppin' bombs on ya, we tha realest in dis b*tch!
f*ck wit tha mob git tha killas in dis' sh*t!
Do you really, really wanna feel tha pain!
Slangin' iron and cane!
Bustin' hearts and brains!(ooh)
Got dem jive b*tches runnin' from death!
Loosin' they breath!
f*ckin wit dat south dats what chu' git!
Cuz we tha sh*t!
n*gga what, n*gga what, we tha sh*t!
Chorus
{Who rumble wit dat south hungh, hungh?!
And git dat ass knocked out now, now!
Who rumble wit dat south hungh, hungh?!
And git dat ass knocked out now, now!
Who rumble wit dat south hungh, hungh?!
And git dat ass knocked out now, now!
Who rumble wit dat south hungh, hungh?!
And git dat ass knocked out now, now!}

Bride
{Wit who b*tches? Us b*tches!
And who n*ggas? Our n*ggas!
Wit who b*tches? Us b*tches!
And who n*ggas? Our n*ggas!
Wit who b*tches? Us b*tches!
And who n*ggas? Our n*ggas!
Wit who b*tches? Us b*tches!
And who n*ggas? Our n*ggas!}

Verse 2:

If you been where we been, feel what we feel, see what we see!
I think you can't n*gga come wit me!
Don't be afraid, don't be scared!
Bust a head!
Leave a n*gga dead!
Two to tha head!
f*ckin' wit dat Dirty South!
We gon' show you what its all about!
Put that thang in ya mouth!
Straight blowin' it out!
You know us b*tches down south we be bout it!
Everybody rowdy!
Kickin' in doors when its crowded!
Put cho' hands up and!
Nobody move and!
Act a damn fool and!
We can sho' and prove it and!
You want it, ya got it hungh!
Ain't no time to be stuntin' cuz we shinning hungh!
N.O. to H-town we layin' it down!
Bustin' rounds in tha Clown!
We layin' it down!
What chu' know about us mafia n*gga!
Poppin' you n*gga!
If ya close range we sockin' you n*gga!
/Chorus/

Verse 3:

Representin' fo' dat southside!
You try!
Oh god!
n*ggas gotta die!
Givin' glasses!
Through these asses!
Ski masks!
]From tha body bag to tha casket!
Ho git score, and we gon jump tha b*tch!
Stump tha b*tch!
Breakin b*tches arms and uhm!
Hittin' dem n*ggas wit dum-dums and uhm!
Til' they tum-tum and uhm!
My n*gga you don't want none!

/Chorus/

/Bridge/