Sangtekst: Chamillionaire. Man On Fire. From The South.

(feat. Lil' Flip)

(Z-ro)
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if there evidence
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers
Got so many, all my real n****z under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'f**ker

(Hook screwed and chopped)
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

(Chamillionaire)*kills it*
It's Koopa
It ain' no lyin' or fiction up in me please
I don't exagerate the price it was 15 gs
When they ask about the color diamonds in-the-piece
Yeah, I'm one of the richest of these niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm a candy flipper, you can have a picture
When I pose like a player by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time fo' no panty pinchers
My nigga how come you ain' take me to Miami with ya
It's a couple haters out there that won't let me be
I feel like yellin' at the radio like MPC
The movie room in my crib gotta MPC
Yall would swear I'm gettin' interviewed by MTV
Yeah I'm ill at rappin', but I still not cappin'
He ain't took the damn drug, and I still ain' trappin'
I ain' change, don't sleep cuz Chamil ain nappin
Stop actin' like platinum with Chamil can't happen
I'ma nawf side rider, ain' got to worry
Cuz a major deal is not about to turn me
Or the controversy ain' about to hurt me
I don't play no games, like I forgot my jersey
Go ridin' 'round the city with none of niggas with me
Still ridin' for H-town, and don't none of these niggas feel me
Ain' gotta like me or have none these niggas hear me
I'ma be the MVP, and don't none of these niggas pick me
Alot of rumors in the streets, ain' none of it really pretty
Gettin' money makes all of the drama seem itty-bitty
Pick a click, I don't run with none of these niggas really
But I'm glad that the majors is runnin' up in the city, cuz I'm

(Hook)
From the the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

(Lil' Flip)
Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill
You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill
Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring
If you ain't spend thirty, boy tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)

(Hook screwed and chopped)
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

(Z-ro)
Blucka-blucka-blucka, that's how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though
Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp
Even with a suspended license, still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth

(Hook screwed and chopped)2x
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the-From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

(Thanks to Emily Brown for these lyrics)