Gone With The Wind: Song For The South (50 Cent Remix) lyrics

by

DJ Drama


[Hook]
So you think you my friend
But I ain't gon pretend
If ya think ya gon win
You'll Be gone with the wind

[Verse 1]
Big Teach back
This time
I'm reppin' the South
If you fail enough to diss it
Then we'll clean out yo mouth

I'ma talk these books
Haters think I'm a nerd
Still I'm dropping sick hooks
Touching Sky like Freebird

Analyzing Flan
Cuz good stories hard to find
Gossiping Grams
And choppers on the line

Misfit
Misfortune
Jesus rose from the grave

But since we ain't seen it
Ain't no choice but to cave

To the devil within
Ain't no pleasure in Sin

No time for rest
3 bullets to her chest

Easy
Jeezy
I feel a little
Weezy

From Blowing Money Fast
Make one feel Meechy

Time to rep the Cross
Headin' straight to the pews
Just like Big Ross
If I end up on the news:

Here's my confession
End my possession

Class is in session

So drop ya
Smith & Wesson:

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm spitting verses
Like they was curses

When I drop
My rhymes
Y'all all gon need nurses

For a broken body
And an insane mind
Dial the circus up fool
I'm calling freaks of all kinds

One eyed monster
Burning crosses
At the Altar
Heard Jesus saves
But His people
Had slaves

Plantation
Damnation
Emancipation
Proclamation

War was ripping up my life
And tearing
Through our nation

They lit up my house
And spilt my ashes

"Just down home boys
Ain't Hitler
Ain't Fascist" ?

Walk the line with Big Teach
Cuz that's
Where the cash is

I rose from hell
With my teeth
Still gnashin':

Where I come from
It's cornbread
And Chicken;

Rhymes
So tasty
Call my record
"Finger Lickin"

Tell me
Why you trippin'
Cuz This my Fam

And Ain't gonna front
Bout who I am

So Keep yo Brooklyn
Long Beach
LA
San Fran

I'm a GA thugga
And I don't give a damn

Country Roads is
Where I stand

So Go head
And cross me
You'll end
Up in the Land

Hook

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