Southern Gangsta ft Rick Ross, Playas Circle & Ving Rhames

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He's a hustler unbound by law A self-made millionaire With a reckless disregard for the haters Ludacris on Southern Gangster A true entrepreneur CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records He expanded his empire to multiple profitable businesses Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits Internet sites wemix.com And my favorite, myghetto.com The MVP of this rap shit Luda! I'm a hustler, baller, gangster, cap peeler I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow you below your bible belt And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps But you'll be swimming with the fishes Softer than bitches washing dishes Fool, what's the business? I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures Spent thirty large for cigars on you ho niggas I got gangsters that'll rearrange your whole face And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case Never forget where you come or the block will ban you I keep my ear to the streets like a Cocker Spaniel I'll cock and blast you into outer space Break every bone in you, you so out of place Boom without a trace, you have left the block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots He's the biggest boss Coming out of the M-I-A-O Straight from the Port of Miami To keepin' it trilla Involved in many heated acts of violence This goes deeper than rap shit He's worth eight figures So young niggas, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read it, it said we were hustlers Had a Lexus at 18, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitching crack Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin' Creole Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slangin' kilos I got twenty cars, why exaggerate? It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillars Frontin' at awards, real street niggas I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks Three squares on the road, call it third base Get gas faced, chopper in your laugh face Shoot his ass, same defense as the last case Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim Hailing from College Park, Georgia Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob Or illegal organization According to authorities They made a quarter mil' a week selling mid grade They were some high-rolling hustlers Tity Boi and Dolla Boy Playaz Circle, AKA the Duffle Bag Boys Uh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital It's an election year, I support strippers We roll like bicycles, icicle flow White liquor, my niggas stay on line with the blow I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor a second late Ain't no such thing as second place And every day I lift heavy weight, you niggas featherweight Fairy tale tellin' niggas really need to take a break And the estate got a lake for a backyard The pool room, pride, I put it all on my Saks card For real? Yeah, for real I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will I got dogs like Cujo Me and Tity 2 Chainz ridin' in the two-door Bitches catch kudos, you know Yeah, we move weight like sumos And kicks it with them bitches like judo Southside Playaz Circle Rick Ross Ludacris This has been another episode of Southern Gangster Thanks for tuning in What's next for Luda? Well, anything's possible in the theater of the mind