Get throwed
Get toast
Do the most
Cleanse my soul
Get it how we livin
Getting my bread up
Im tore up from the floor up
We out here gettin fucked up
We don't give a fuck
What you know bout that dirty South livin
Some of that good southern corn bread
You didn't know
Half raised down south so we ain't built the same
I stay real you like to play the game
I started with Jesus and he laid the bricks for fame
That's why I I'm ready to carry his word and if you disturb my peace my holy father has gifted me the license to carry a piece
I keep the heat on me
Fuck around and you will see
It ain't no game
You didn't know
Get throwed
Get toast
Do the most
Cleanse my soul
Get it how we livin
You ever been walkin alone
In the middle of the night
Turn the corner and have to fend for your life
Felt the blunt of a cold knife
Listen
They don't know
About the way it is
Down in the stix
They quick to pop off and bust open your lip
You better listen to this
Don't get caught in the mix
Niggas don't play down in the dirty
So many homies locked away
They in the pin serving life or a thirty
Down in the dirty
It matters if your black or white
If you don't represent
It'll be your turn to fight
And you will fight
Or fight for your life
You ready to lose your life
They didn't know
Get throwed
Get toast
Do the most
Cleanse my soul
Get it how we livin
Get throwed
Get toast
Do the most
Cleanse my soul
Get it how we livin
Let's get it
Cleveland Texas
Represent
Them Southern hood rats
Mongrol
They didn't know