Jim Crow

huuuuaaagh!!!!!!
get em buck
get out yo ass
where y'all at

yeah
some bandits
some bandits

i don't play shawty muthafuckaz swang my way
everythang i say be real dats treal i feel
that's these bitch niggaz sometimes twist nigga
no rhymin rich niggaz don't deserve shit nigga
i heard you waz a herb nigga
sissy butt girl nigga
give a ho a world nigga
you make me want to hurl nigga
don't talk like Earl da Pearl nigga
whenit come to hittin ladies naw dis ain't no curl nigga
(i love you boo)
sho nuff baby
niggaz sholl been trippin lately
hatin cause I'm makin dough
listen i got plenty bitches nigga
i don't need yo ho
don't you know da shit dat i got
make dem ho want to give me dat twa
pluck em pluck em
hard as rock
damn when i start its hard to stop
ain't no nigga out dere better
I'm tighter than wool an leather
fuck you now ill take yo sweater
now bitch git yo shit together
my cheddar is my main focus
????????
we smoke all y'all fuckin roaches
(hey muthafucka)

chorus 2x

we some bandits baby (baby)
i know its hard to understand it baby (baby)
somebody unhand us baby (baby)
'cause we some mutha fuckin bandits baby


a cru brought it in keep it crunk shit
whacha want to do fake nigga dat bump yo trunk shit
see i don fucked round an told y'all niggaz
ridin round in yo hilfiger
i snatch you out yo ???
niggaz gettin slizza
i don't drank dat don
I'm chillin everyday
when i spendin fo my son
went and got me dirty
hait kinda cutty
me and my niggaz we neva eva wake up early
get up bout two cause i got yo gurl through
she wanted to pat me down when i seen her in blue
in dem bootie shorts (damn) her potna looked fine
if she want to do it let shawty drank up some wine
so she can git slizza
we can cut her up
take her to one oak and pine tree
nigga wassup
bandit baby

chorus

neva put my drank down we havin som ??
boy tell her put dat put dat stamp on it and mail it
record it press it up and sell it
boy you just been approved
put some freedom our plan
we tried to make shit move
we make these beatz like a slave
tell yo ho to behave
git yo blunt and you blaze
i say we real nigga we peal
burnin rubber fo dayz
and it don't stop 'cause it won't stop
had a freak but you got cot cause da do locked
hola to dese spanish broads
all da dogz some bandits y'all
strait up while you stranded
leave you slizzad like some geritol
over all
we gon ball
neva fall
when you call remember nigga we some banditz bandits bandits

chorus to end (fade)

Now here's a little story I got to tell
'bout them three muthafuckas from ATL
Cutty Cartel, Shawty Pimp, and Mr. Mo
Jim Crow make them hoes drop they close to the floor

[Chorus x2: Mr. Mo and Polow(Shawty Pimp)]
You know that hoe you know that hoe
I know that hoe I know that hoe
You know that hoe
We know the same ass lame ass hoe

[Polow]
Well let me tell yall bout this girl I met at mall
She had a caramel skin stood bout six feet tall
Her eyes were brown hair natural no weave
I wanted to do her so I pursued her call ????
I said excuse me baby goddamn what's your name
She said Alottavagina I just flew in from Spain
I said what's going down she said I'm downtown
I got a room at the Embassy plus a fifth of Crown
Now this I can't resist temptation got me gone
Just like the rest of the bottle now I'm ready to bone
Oh I don't make it gone nobody that I frapp
Now if I ever need assistance hit that nigga Flap
Now back to Alotta shawty I knew I got her
Cause when I went up in her deep she was screaming papa
I made her touch herself then made her lick her finger
Her brain numb got her sprung just like Jerry Springer
You know this hoe

[Chorus]

[Cutty Cartel]
I think it's Lacey she just moved in from Ontario
Her and her partners was at the Hefa 'bout a week ago
Me and Mr. Mo wanted Hen dog straight
Open face in her mouth wonder what she about
She decided to speak ask my name and shit
Playboy bunny ain't this funny
Oh this hoe is so thick
That cutty buddy tight jeans with the bra to match
Telling me she wanted me to fuck her straight from the back
Slap that ass grab her hair she just don't care
Flip her over beat them guts now she gasping for air
Grabbed a towel cleaned herself we burned down a dub
And it will be the same thang next week at the club
You know this hoe

[Chorus]

[Mr. Mo]
I saw this fine young slimie
Said to myself I hope she user friendly
Since I got a buzz off the Golden Grain
It ain't no thang we can run a train
I'm Mr. Mo I play these ladies like a card game
I see you 50 and raise you two hoes
Church girls strip they dress clothes behind closed doors
But when the door roll up ???? the plot thickens
Snatch your paper while you slipping better watch chicken
They try to play you like you dumb but I'm a step ahead
I beat a Puerto Rican drum ??????
They get friendly after three blunts over Remy
After I poke I send them home without a penny
Now stupid is what stupid does
You shoulda known what it was traded your love for sex
Now you love the sex
I shake hoes strip em down like Meiko
They can't say no
Nigga you know that hoe

[Chorus]

[Polow]
Stop let me tell you 'bout this girl that I knock
Come to find she get around like Pac
Good thang that I wore my sock
My rubber my peanut cover
My boy say this nigga cut her
Now shit thick as peanut butter
Cause I'm starting to think I love her
Maybe the head went to my head
Maybe my pimping flaw
Cause ???? ain't supposed to go on emotional see saw
Hit the mall we ball we play
When I called your dawg she say
You gone you ain't home probably out on a date
She hate
I know you there I hear you in the background
But I don't care no more I don' cut you up and back down
??? back in town we spending time again
I asked you bout my homeboy partner [Oh he's just a friend]
Then you got on the bed and gave me some head and everythang
And what I thought was love was nut it left when I came
Oh yes she had some game
She stood 'bout six four [Oh you talking 'bout her?]
I ain't gon' say her name but yall know this hoe

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Juvenile)

[INTRO: Juvenile]
What's up whodie?
This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money Millionaire
Doin this here
My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
And we all should say to all you playa-hatin muthafuckas
Y'all better respect the South
We on a come-up, nigga
And we did this shit for the hoodrats, the hot girls,
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do

[CHORUS]
It be them Flaw Boyz, ????
Thinkin we was country on some hee-hi-haw
We like Kane in the Eighties, we RAW, boy
Fuck around and make me come up in your jaw, boy

[VERSE 1: Mr. Mo]
I say no more talk, my liquor is malt
A nigga never went to jail cause I ain't never got caught
Now see it ain't my fault your boys sketched in chalk
???? shoulda learned the game that you bark
See some niggas, they make me mad
These hoes, they got it bad
They ain't recognize, do the math
And you will see they all bitch-made, lemonade
Grown as hell but they actin like they 8th grade
You need to play with a full deck
Work a sweat, break a bitch and all I want is my check
Is that bad to flex, is your girlfriend next?
To get spiced up late night, Frapper's Delight
(Nigga, whatever you like)

[VERSE 2: Cutty Cartel]
On point like they droppin a beat, let's be discrete
About these bullshit stories you hear up in the street
I'm down to my last sheet, no mo' chance to roll
Control everything I do, now how 'bout you?
Me, he and even she
Whoever who, no debate, I can't wait
On shortie, to see what they do
When they lose it all and ball, no flaw
While you lickin all off on her bra
We lickin for the cheese in the cash drawer
With the safe unlocked, over a boy that got got
And it's some foolish-ass spot, the back of the room
Not knowin that his last breath has been consumed
He done ballin

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3: Polow]
Ha-ha-ha (Yo, who the fuck is he?) Shawty Pimp
The nigga that gives a damn 'bout a b
Roaddogs run the streets, keep a beetch on a leash
Eat good for the free, Fleetwood, a Caprice
That's what we ride in, hide in from no enemy
Preacher daughters freakin me, so-called players envy me
Hennessy has the tendency to make a nigga stupid
Can't whup my ass and all the alcohol said you can do it
But you clueless thinkin that drink make you ruthless
Now you're toothless runnin around town lookin stupid
Cause cupid got your heart, gave your bitch a credit card
But she still fuck around with them players on boulevard
I don't care how hard the sound on your record
You don't want nann ?? Shawty Pimp, not one second
Huh? Not one second, bitch, not one second
Now praise the Lord for these lyrical blessing

[VERSE 4: Juvenile]
Direct your shit at Juvenile cause I'm the nigga that you hate
Don't try to throw a brick from a distance, then hide your faces
See, the places that I been you can't hang
Unless I took you under my wing and I put you in the game
Ever since I been walkin on this Converse soil
Bitches been joining forces and makin blood boil
But I'm here to spoil the whole royal
??? stop ??? whores from playin
Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?
Boy, listen to me when I'm talkin before I get witcha
Whip ya, rip your little dreams apart
Take that same rhyme you bought it from me and then let it spark
Depart before your people talkin seekin vengeance
That's how I'ma handle business, fuck what's the consequences
Hittin your residence with Russian-made instruments
Your neighbors hollerin, run, trippin and call for the President

[CHORUS]

Boy, we be serious round this shit, dirty
Ain't nobody fuckin with the South

[Juvenile]
What's up
The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya heard me?
And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga
CMR, ATL there's no tomorrow, nigga
Cash Money Millionaires in this muthafucka
My nigga B-32
My nigga B.G. is here
My nigga Lil Wayne, my nigga Lil Turk
My nigga Mannie Freezie
Fuck it, nigga
Down South
(Down South)

[Hook:]
One of these days
And it won't be long
You'll look for me
And I'll be goin' home
Gotta hold on
Gotta be strong
Cuz people don't live that long no more

Now I been off in the cut
I wish I knew from the git
Plenty money on the table
But this thang is a bitch
And can't see nothin
See you blind as hell
This change that I got
Don't mean shit if we don't sell
Forget what ya tell, Playboy
Lookin forward to buyin my momma a crib
And tell it like it is
That's the deal
Decatur been hea'
Stay down what ya feel
I miss my boy every damn day, for real
Seem like last week that ?????? was here
At the crib gettin blown
Damn, I wish I knowned
How this woulda turned out
To have a nigga stressin
I'm prayin every night to thank the Lord for my blessin
Confessin to change, just ain't the same
When it's me
That's hard as steel
I had to lose my folk to see
Resevoirs run dry where ya knees don't bend
I could poor a fifth of Hen
But it ain't enough in the end, cuz

[Hook]

Look around
How many people here
How many people gone
How many times you done sang that song
It's so hard to say goodbye
That's what we say when the kinfolks die
My homeboy Twain
Oh, he goin through a thang
So let it be known
When momma gone, shit gon' change
I feel his pain
But it don't rain, everyday
Everybody got a life to live
Some choose to play
But regardless how ya live it
Man, we all got to give it
Ain't no need to fight it
Just let God handle his business
Can I get a witness, ha?
I know sometimes I call girls hoes
And I be cussin when I'm bustin my flows
I try to tighten up
But dollar signs keep lightin up
In front of my face
And I can taste it so I'm on this paper chase
Waistin, my precious time
Tryin to paste my grime
Unaware of the finish line
Niggas dyin, cuz

[Hook]

Now my past is gone
And my future ain't shit
Might as well hit a lick, cuz time tick
And split second decisions decide if I live or die
Forever rest face to the sky
Life is like a motor burnin out
You done heard it word a mouth
And in the south everyday a title bout
Between myself and I
Eye to eye without a clue
If it angers me it endangers you
To the point where you got to smoke a joint
'Cause you frustrated
Cussin out the girl you was datin
Nigga, that girl trippin, leave her
She feed you good, keep her
Or smokin on this reefer
I teach her, how to be seen and not be seen
The phone ring, broad tryna' sell me dreams
It's just a fling, but some, don't understand
Some, won't understand
Hash in the hand better than ass in the jean
I gotta get the cheese by any means necassary
Bullshit done got my cousin buried
The way ya carry, done got his life took
The love of money niggas get hooked
Quicker than crack
And that's a fact you find in no book
And you can sho' look
But you won't find none
Life's a card game with no shuffle
I got the bad hand, tryna' bluff
Touchin pain, flushin shit down the drain
Train ya girl to run trains
Now who to blame?

[Hook]

Now i don worried fo da last time
Thankin bout how ya'll niggas choke like da big game
Gettin slapped like a BITCH it ain't no new thang
Without dat cheese see im cakin em up shawty to cut fo fees
Now big time celebrity cant u tell frum there
Open yo heart to dis ho she light skinned wit good hair
Got u caught up in emotions dat u cant replace
Now u comin out yo pocket cause she givin you face
Gettin laced wit yo boyz i know shawty she wit da dubs
See she da type a bitch'll git u served at da club
Pinnin pictures to get you all versace down
Straight clown and den she waitin on some weddin vows
LAME NIGGA! u shoulda known dat she wouldn't shit
Instead of spendin cheese u shoulda got dat bitch slick NOW!

[chorus x2]

Its all about survival do or die
It just aint big enough for u and i
If i dont git u you'll git me
As soon as my feet bless the concrete

Now hold up
I think my eyes playin a joke on me homes
I know niggas didnt just finish runnin out of my home
I think its best fo dem to wait fo my hi to settle
Because thats da best way they live through da day nigga!
I hate it cause my weight was missing
Bust off a couple shots wit my neighbors listening
Pissed off cause my safe had a empty space
And murder will be da case if money aint replaced
And i know who knew exactly where my stash was
Plus i bet i reach his crib fo his ass does
Now hes a has was
Life must not mean much
I bring a homocide scene once my greens touch
Da phone ring i picks it up aint nothin but-
[a whats up dog i heard you got stuck fo some money now you know i was born
Wit a heart full of stone im wit whatever man hit yo boy tell me when its
On]
Nigga its on tonite
Meet me at da spot
Shoot up his gravesite and leave da casket hot
I dont care how we do it
Long as it git don
Cash back plus some dont make me have to bust some
When it come to money trust none
It be dem hot ones u be runnin frum
See where im comin frum

[chorus x2]

I aint lyin
Some times i feel like a microphone
Lame niggas keep talkin to me wont leave me 'lone
Bit da dome
Somebody please turn da speakers on
So these lame boys can hear demselves remindin me ??
Beat da wrong nigga down lookin fo a half a pound
But buddy had a ounce so i laughed and i bounced
Ha ha ha
Shawty pimped a ???
Mackin never slackin never cappin say minyon
Let me tell bout a crazy ho i meet frum Crenshaw
She was jockin on my state but den a hold up wait
Thats da same hoochie dat got Pookie in dat dookie
Lied and said that my nigga was physically abusive
Losin my cool but i stay calm and i collect there
Knowin dat dis ho just want my money and and my sex and
Beggin me to go home her so i went on wit da ho (damn)
Now she got my stupid ass sittin up in court
Shawty lyin yo honor
U can ask my nigga oozie
All i got was some head
Hear da teeth marks to prove it
But anyhow i won da case and shawty went back to L.A.
[rule 1] watch yo ass next time you get some face cause

[chorus x2]

[music fades]

Chorus x2
Big dreams make big stars
Don't forget who you are
Although I live for today

[Mr. Mo]
I ain't ???? I'm ????
???? bed dream
On the camera scene know what I mean
Get the bitch out your blood stream
See the green make some niggaz cake
Some buy a house on the lake
I'm a cheapskate like chocolate shake
And an ???? for the bath tub like the last love
Hundred and twenty seconds of that ????
Begging me to do whatever I would when I could
And I should but I can't in the hood a nigga ain't
Is it wood is or is it paint
Can't thaink because of the drank
Because of the cheese
Naw it's the jeans won't let her breath
These dollars keep burning quicker than the weed
Nigga please I take it day by day
Day by day

Chorus x2

[Polow]
{Talking}
Hey what's up nigga
Damn you don' came up boy
Remember you used to play in the marching band
You was a nerd nigga

{Rap}
Now you was lame growing up you ain't had no hoes in high school
Niggas used to take your shoes at the swimming pool
Used to kick it with the bustaz in the marching band
But you was wicked with the flute so you kept playin'
You got your first big machine when you was sixteen
Now the record label say you on fire like a kerosene
Money changed the scene
Oh you a star now
Got yourself a hundred thousand dollar car now
Damn you big time you don' came up
Go to the strip club every night get your thang sucked
Changed up your bifocals to Versace shades
But you still that lame nigga from the tenth grade
You bitch made and you can't hide that for moneyz
And them hoez got you putting snow in your nose
You dummy, but hey it's just a phase that you goin' through
You think you got it made if you only knew

Chorus x2

[Cutty Cartel]
Picture perfect our stylez
For those who rumor
Only leaving themselves blind to see if you ask me
Should be drug on concrete
Thus few less with heart
Then not to repeat buddy you weak
How it start as an art
A ritual that hasn't evolved
I say y'all meaning you
Check em like some girls
Coming from lunch on be