C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz) - Third Coast Born Part 2 lyrics

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[talking:]

Third Coast nigga, Third Coast Born

Part two nigga, what it do

[Hook: x3]

Third Coast born, but that don't mean we third place [x3]

This is how we ride, reside on Southside

[C-Note:]

Third Coast Born, but that don't mean we third place

H-Town Southside, putting diamonds in they face

Raise hell from the cell, now the King is back

With enough paper stacks, to match Mattress Matt

And they know me in the hood, and through out the city

Only nigga independent, stacking do' like Diddy

In a Lamborghino, sitting low I'm pretty

I'll make your lil' Camaro, look real silly

Ought to be against the law, the way I'm shitting on boys

Know we Third Coast for life, dropping bricks on boys

So holla at me mayn, cause we got the game sold

Only H-Town rapper, that really roll 4's

That really roll fo's, that really pimp hoes

Botany Boys/Screwed Up Click, yeah we in the game thoed

I bet that advance, you got was weak

It's C-Note I run the streets, a million dollars a week what

[Hook x2]

[C-Note:]

They looking at me, I'm looking at ya

Now you all lied out, on the stretcher

They come to wet ya, they come to get ya

Don't be messing, with the Southside tester

I'm a known wrecker, you know my music sell

Even clubs bump my shit, out in ATL

Cause I got clientele, I stay on the go

Real girls, could you get down on the flo'

And drop it like whoa, for the Third Coast

Steady cooking up them chickens, watching birds toast

You know we heard most, we make 'em get ghost

Niggaz try to shut me down, but they ain't get close

Want me to lay in red, or either end up dead

Weak niggaz, even put a price on my head

But I be busting lead, I got them niggaz scared

I be hustling, till they free Smud and free Dez

[Hook x2]

[C-Note:]

I'm from the Third Coast, niggaz better get it right

I shine bright, make 'em blind man gaining sight

I'm in it for the fight, I gotta keep it hype

I'm in a number one game, where you'll lose your life

You ain't seen my type, cause I'm above average

Piece and chain pinky ring, got a million karats

I'm a young savage, strictly about that cabbage

You can try to run up, I let you niggaz have it

Hey boy, you ain't run you know what it do

I shut down MLK, when I'm coming through

See me coming true, niggaz is running too

And I ain't even pull my strap out, on them fools

This is for Texas, Mississippi, Alabama

Florida, Tennessee, them folks out in Louisiana

I spit that country grammar, you know who I am'a

I hold it down for my peeps, still in the slammer

[Hook x2]