Lyric Southern Dialect
These niggas ain t feelin us
It s the best kept secret, baby
Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
And the flips won t stop
[Verse 1]
Now tell me what y all know about a player like me comin through steppin
I m wreckin, New Orlean an, and in 1984 turned Texan
Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself
Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt
With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game
I had to pass em by cause it really wasn t my thing
Now don t you wanna scream it like you mean it
To them fools who said I couldn t do it
The ones that said that if I left the group, then I d be ruined
Keep on doin what you re doin
That s what my conscience said, use your head, and you ll win
Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn t really my niggas
They reneged, they couldn t stand to see me get big in the business
That s why they player-hated me
Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?
It never faded me cause I know where my head is at
Know where I m headed at, that s why I keep on makin...
[Chorus]
Now the deeper the root
The bigger the square of the loot
When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool
I m speakin the truth, partner, seek and you ll find
Southern dialect, I m regulatin, that s how I gets down for mine
[Verse 2]
It s on to the break of dawn
So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes
That s puttin these knots in my pocket? I m
About to rock until I can t no mo
I m takin this here all the way to the bank for dough
Cause y all know, as long as players turn into rappers
And rappers turn into actors, all these broads ll be gettin atcha
Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is?
The rhymin wizard s about to show you haters what southern rhymin is
I m bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart
Put it down in 94, and never gave thought
Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed
Fools got slung like the trash, I mash
>From the scene, never seen by no witnesses
Partner, don t try to play dumb, look, you know what this is
Quit the biz cause y all ain t ready for the outcome
No doubt, son, I m from the south, and never lost a bout, son
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now, don t step, or you ll get ruined, mayn
I got you trippin on the way a soldier s like me over here doin things
You knew the game, but you blew it again
Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring
Give it up or get broken down
It s goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound
So now you know it s a southern thing
I m handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring
I m serious, I told you that way back in 94
They wanna flow, it ain t no thing, just let the record go
Didn t you know I bust from southwest to southeast?
Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece
So I give thanks, then it s off to the bank
Protected by forces unseen, so I ain t gettin ganked
As for the fakers and the haters
Small things ain t nothin to a player
I m all about my paper
I stacks my chips and then I break
Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state
Forget what another say, I m backed up by my actions
Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin
Who is Big Mike? and like that I m back atcha
Partner, handle your businesss, I ain t mad atcha
Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature
[Chorus]
It s the best kept secret, baby
Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
And the flips won t stop
[Verse 1]
Now tell me what y all know about a player like me comin through steppin
I m wreckin, New Orlean an, and in 1984 turned Texan
Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself
Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt
With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game
I had to pass em by cause it really wasn t my thing
Now don t you wanna scream it like you mean it
To them fools who said I couldn t do it
The ones that said that if I left the group, then I d be ruined
Keep on doin what you re doin
That s what my conscience said, use your head, and you ll win
Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn t really my niggas
They reneged, they couldn t stand to see me get big in the business
That s why they player-hated me
Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?
It never faded me cause I know where my head is at
Know where I m headed at, that s why I keep on makin...
[Chorus]
Now the deeper the root
The bigger the square of the loot
When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool
I m speakin the truth, partner, seek and you ll find
Southern dialect, I m regulatin, that s how I gets down for mine
[Verse 2]
It s on to the break of dawn
So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes
That s puttin these knots in my pocket? I m
About to rock until I can t no mo
I m takin this here all the way to the bank for dough
Cause y all know, as long as players turn into rappers
And rappers turn into actors, all these broads ll be gettin atcha
Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is?
The rhymin wizard s about to show you haters what southern rhymin is
I m bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart
Put it down in 94, and never gave thought
Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed
Fools got slung like the trash, I mash
>From the scene, never seen by no witnesses
Partner, don t try to play dumb, look, you know what this is
Quit the biz cause y all ain t ready for the outcome
No doubt, son, I m from the south, and never lost a bout, son
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now, don t step, or you ll get ruined, mayn
I got you trippin on the way a soldier s like me over here doin things
You knew the game, but you blew it again
Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring
Give it up or get broken down
It s goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound
So now you know it s a southern thing
I m handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring
I m serious, I told you that way back in 94
They wanna flow, it ain t no thing, just let the record go
Didn t you know I bust from southwest to southeast?
Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece
So I give thanks, then it s off to the bank
Protected by forces unseen, so I ain t gettin ganked
As for the fakers and the haters
Small things ain t nothin to a player
I m all about my paper
I stacks my chips and then I break
Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state
Forget what another say, I m backed up by my actions
Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin
Who is Big Mike? and like that I m back atcha
Partner, handle your businesss, I ain t mad atcha
Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature
[Chorus]
