[Hook x2: Ludacris & Young Jeezy]
Keep my name out your mot*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your mot*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your mot*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your mot*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Cause I was raised in the mot*****in' south (in the south)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that
Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that
N****s robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that
Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that
I guess you in the right place, at the right time
And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind
The wrong move'll make a n***a grab the right nine
Knock your livin' daylights out, b***h, night time
Come off up them stacks
If you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em
Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him
Go stick him and might erase him
Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em
Or see all the pigs and all that bacon
We gon' As-salamu alaykum

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[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
These p***y n****s only talkin' cause they got lips
Guess them choppers only bustin' cause them b*****s got clips
Got them n****s bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips
Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips
All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that
Bout to ask him for that trap, and n***a I'mma check that
Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that
I'm so high up in this b***h look like I got a jet pack
If you a real street n***a, won't you tell me how it feel
So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill
So keep your name up out your mouth
Gives a f**k bout how you feel
Cause in these mot*****in' streets, I am Legend like Will

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[Verse 3: Ludacris]
These n****s is sweeter than a sweet potato
Softer than Play-Doh, hope b***h n***a, lay low
A-Town by the way of Illinois
And our blocks come together like Legos, they know
Who I am, I'm the man with a plane
And a n***a with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces
Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that
I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes, (Roof)
I'm scratchin the surface
The n***a with the million dollar verses
These rappers are worthless
And all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose
I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back
Like a n***a doing voodoo curses
Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit
And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches
Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables n***a
Like I'm snatching your purses
And I got a couple urges
To clown on you n****s like a three ring circus
If you ain't got no warrants
Then you best to believe it'll be no searches
So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains

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Raised In The South Lyrics