Raised In The South ft. Young Jeezy (Prod by Metro Boomin) - Ludacris

Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)

Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)

Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)

Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)

Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin' south (in the south)

Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that

Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that

Niggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that

Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that

I guess you in the right place, at the right time

And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind

The wrong move'll make a Nigga grab the right nine

Knock your livin' daylights out, Bitch, night time

Come off up them stacks

If you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em

Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him

Go stick him and might erase him

Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em

Or see all the pigs and all that bacon

We gon' As-salamu alaykum

These pussy niggas only talkin' cause they got lips

Guess them choppers only bustin' cause them bitches got clips

Got them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips

Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips

All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that

Bout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check that

Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that

I'm so high up in this bitch look like I got a jet pack

If you a real street nigga, won't you tell me how it feel

So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill

So keep your name up out your mouth

Gives a fuck bout how you feel

Cause in these motherfuckin' streets, I Am Legend like Will

These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potato

Softer than Play-Doh, hope bitch nigga, lay low

A-Town by the way of Illinois

And our blocks come together like Legos, they know

Who I am, I'm the man with a plane

And a nigga with s, blowin' a rapper to pieces

Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that

I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes, (Roof)

I'm scratchin the surface

The nigga with the million dollar s

These rappers are worthless

And all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose

I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back

Like a nigga doing voodoo curses

Givin' them a two piece with a cuit

And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches

Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables nigga

Like I'm snatching your purses

And I got a couple urges

To clown on you niggas like a three ring circus

If you ain't got no warrants

Then you best to believe it'll be no searches

So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains