South side, yeah yeah
Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love
Those who didn't

I reckon, I'm country like biscuits and gravy
Balling just picture me baby, you and me hit you so crazy
You gonna be pushing them daises
We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadillacs, Escapades

While you hustling on the block, we fishing in the Everglades
Reckon, I run up in this liquor store
Pick up a fifth of that crown
We were puffing on that herb

When y'all break it down and frown
Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town
They used to call me JD out South slinging pound
Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out

Lay low when you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your mouth, whaa pow
So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash

I reckon, we fully prepared, reckon, you ought be scared
Reckon, we out of control thinking 'bout platinum and gold
Reckon, we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon, you bitches gonna learn, you can't keep Haystak down

I reckon, we fully prepared, reckon, you ought be scared
Reckon, we out of control thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon, we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon, you bitches gonna learn

I reckon, I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here till I leave yo
Coliseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the East Coast
My people, country as collard greens

Money hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any means
Even if it means we got to ride like Matt Dillon
Haystak Mac Million, that's Mr. Mac Million

I came up with cash villains, riding right, sack dealin'
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/2QwWe be in the back chillin' in the back of the club
(In the back, in the back)
In the back of the limo
Nothing changed but the day, the date on my presidential

I came hard on my first
I came hard on my second
I come hard on my third
Do you reckon? I reckon

I reckon, we fully prepared, reckon, you ought be scared
Reckon, we out of control thinking 'bout platinum and gold
Reckon, we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon, you bitches gonna learn, you can't keep Haystak down

I reckon, we fully prepared, reckon, you ought be scared
Reckon, we out of control thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon, we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon, you bitches gonna learn

I reckon, we slide like sports cars
Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar
(Car SFX)
Cops pull us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard you coming for blocks

You reckon, you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash
Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass
I'm talking bad to security up in the club
You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up

They told me cowards won't dig it, they told me haters ain't liking it
I told them that ain't what's on my mind when I'm writing it
If my people had got popped and never did fold
Knowing they been took care of it soon as they got parole

I reckon, we fully prepared, reckon, you ought be scared
Reckon, we out of control thinking 'bout platinum and gold
Reckon, we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon, you bitches gonna learn, you can't keep Haystak down

I reckon, we fully prepared, reckon, you ought be scared
Reckon, we out of control thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon, we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon, you bitches gonna learn