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(yeah  yo they sleepin on Mississippi) 
(Jack town  David Banner  Gamma Ray Productions boy) 
(Stew pot stow aways) 

[Chorus] 
Been a long time  the South stays on my mind 
I'm a grown man and everything is fine 

[David Banner] 
Nobody gives a damn about my place of o rigin 
Jacktown  rounds of empty shells left on the ground 
Still smokin 
I'm hopin to give the kids something back 
Instead of wild ass stories about sellin vials of crack 
Or bitches and cars, but my state left scars 
On my man hood, while y'all be screamin that it's all good 
When it ain't never been, most kids move to Chicago 
And those that didn't were left hollow 
Wit low self-esteem but it seems that all my dreams got crushed 
But y'all niggas kept it on the hush 
So why y'all frontin on the South, come and get some 
Ask your scared-ass parents where you from, you crumb 

Chorus 2x 

[Kamikaze] 
My God, these lyrics hot, you're gonna need sunblock 
My verbal's cocked wit ammunition 
For you shiesty A&R's who be dissin 
You missin, the Southern fried cookin, who you lookin at? 
Bustin lyrics from the soundproof straight to DAT 
In fact, I'm sick of how you brothers react 
My demo says Mississippi but I ain't speakin 'bout no gats 
But my raps, are laced wit homicidal tendencies 
A Menace like Dennis be, bustin rhymes from here to Tennesse 

[David Banner] 
Cops rang, my man he done bled to death 
And the ambulance done came and left 
I'm by myself, with your traces 
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred 
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen the whole thing 
I can't seem to get my hands clean 
Done washed em twelve times in a row, twelve rhymes is spoke 
Twelve dimes but it doesn't ease the pain 
Suggestion, (ah, excuse me Mr. Crump can we ask you some questions) 
Don't ask me no questions 

Chorus 2x 

[Kamikaze] 
Now shortly, it be that portly MC from the M-G-T 
North Jackson, Mississippi where them brainiacs be 
Ain't no hustlers, no gangstas, no slangers an' thugs 
The only test for your vest will be verbal slugs 
And mean mugs get shrugged out quick, it ain't no fightin 
Just down home receitin, and some dope lyric writin 
Tighten your skills, before you cross the border into hell 
It's that mack, know your state where them stow-aways dwell 

Chorus 4x 

-outro- 
*shout outs and hollering for about 20 seconds* 

[David Banner] 
Check this out right here, this is David Banner 
Like to end this song by saying all praises is due to God 
God first, yaknowimsayin, music second 
Yo peace out to my little god-son Lil' Ju 
Peace due to Earl B. Washington, Phinga Print's father

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