(*talking*)
  Whoa yeah, Lil' Flip the Freestyle King
  Hold up, from the North to the South
  Uh, uh, uh
  
  [Lil' Flip]
  Welcome to the South, where niggaz ride 84 swangas
  Nothing but the screwed shit, in they c.d. changers
  You know me, as I slide down the block
  Nothing but princess cuts, slide off my watch
  As I slide out my block, sipping Sprite syrup
  Wearing Iceberg, bout to hit the right curb
  I might swerve, when I'm under the influence
  They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance
  You know me, as I'm on six-ten
  In a big Benz, swangas poke like stick-ends
  Riding on chrome, with my Prime Co. phone
  I'm the Freestyle King, cause I'm sitting on my throne
  The Southside, we ride down MLK
  The Southside, turn three lanes to a one way
  The Southside, you gon get some gun play
  Hands in my pants, but my name ain't Al Bun-day
  
  [Hook: Chamillionaire]
  It ain't a game, we switching lanes
  Sitting on D's or swangs, gripping and squeezing grain
  See me, I ain't ashamed to throw up the set I claim
  It's a Northside Southside, Dirty South thang
  
  [Chamillionaire]
  We on lights that got word, choppers on block 'burbs
  Make sure that you lock your, Denali's and droppers
  Got nuts and got nerds, if you caught without your
  Heat in your boxers, no feathers they got birds
  Man I'm sitting crooked on a switch, and your misses wondering
  If she'd freeze her lips, if she kissed my wrist
  Top of the list top gun, tops for the drop got none
  Where they pop Don pop gun, and run when the cops come
  That's where I'm from, shrangle a grain swanging a lane where I hang
  Everyday thang, ducking the FED's busting the lead screens hang
  Nothing but rain, me and Lil' Twin always been like kin
  So we spend six to ten, six-ten crooked on sixteen
  Throw up your set and represent, like you ain't ashamed of it
  If you see me with a case, then I promise it ain't luggage
  You still on the same subject, and spitting the same rubbish
  Chamillion just came thuggish, don't act like you can't love it
  
  [Hook: Chamillionaire]
  
  [Paul Wall]
  My neighborhood mean-mug, cause we be acting a grouch
  20 inches squatting lower, than a midget that crouch
  We leaning with a slouch, on a European made couch
  I'm a walking night club, cause there's a disco ball in my mouth
  You better not come out the house, if you afraid of the dark
  My advice is not to park your car, next to the park
  And if you ain't got no bite, then you better not bark
  Cause on my block, you'll be like raw meat surrounded by sharks
  Hold up, them Hollywood hooligans at it again
  If you owe nine, your best bet's to bring back ten
  Me and Twin hitting licks, way up in Memphis 10
  Go to sleep at 9:59, back on the grind at ten
  Look out, I got a snowstorm on every tooth
  I got clumsy screens that stumble, and fall down from the roof
  Paul Wall act a guerilla, when it come to my loot
  If you's a hater kiss my boot, till you puke it ain't cute
  
  [Hook: Chamillionaire]
  
  [Slim Thug]
  Last but not least, off the Northside streets
  Be the Mr. Slim Thug, the Boss capish
  You wanna hustle on my block, you gotta ask for permission
  Break the rules on my block, and you'll come up missing
  Ain't no games being played, just big money getting made
  You come short on that North, and somebody getting sprayed
  We real G's no fakers, balling like the Lakers
  By any means necessary, we getting paper
  Not in the Rap-A-Lot mafia, but I roll with a mob
  I cash a check everyday, but I ain't got no job
  I'm a hustler a thug nigga, born and raised
  If I don't get nothing else, Slim don't get paid
  Nawfside representer, wrist cold like the winter
  Main attraction when I enter, standing tall like a center
  Boss Hogg representer, from the North to the South
  H-Town to D-Town, we break boys off uh
  
  [Hook: Chamillionaire - 2x]