Re-AKshon (feat. T.I., Bun B & Bone Crusher) [Remix]

Ay, ay Bone, dig this, man

So you mean you got

T-I-P

Killer Mike

Lil' Jon and Bun B

So, that's the king of the south

The Underground King

The king of crunk

And King Kong all on the same song

Ay, Jon

They ain't ready

We takin' this one back to the trap, my ****

I got them 'bows on my 'Lac, swervin' on these ****

I got the ho up in the back, bumpin' in your speakers

I got the weed in my sack, smokin' on that killa

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my ****

I got the new-new (Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (**** don't wanna touch the Killa)

Man, we been tongue wrestlin' too long

Ay, what you wanna do, homes?

I'm finna pull this heat and leave you fetal like a newborn

T-I-P, Mike and Bun B

Scared, what you better be

We were just the kings, now we heads of a legacy

Ay, leaders of the new south, fake **** move out

He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared when the tool out

I'm the **** they be askin' what we gonna do about

Mike told me, Fuck them ****, bring that new-new out

Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the twenty-two's out

Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now

We had lots of misrepresentation, but hey, we cool now

Can't keep playin' both sides of the fence, you got to choose now

The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake

Ay, if you got it on ya chest, shawty, say it to my face

'Cause when ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' till ya wake

And we gon' show the people what it really is in the A

I got them 'bows on my 'Lac, swervin' on these ****

I got the ho up in the back, bumpin' in your speakers

I got the weed in my sack, smokin' on that killa

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my ****

I got the new-new (Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (**** don't wanna touch the Killa)

Straight from Atlanta, the hog handler

Grown folk trap, scrambler

Need me, needs to get the G's to my manager

My Mac-10 made for action, body bagging and toe tagging

And I drag 'em threw the river, like abad yellow ****

I'm mashing with pops fashion, bustin' first, no questions askin'

You gone off that water boat and thinkin' you can hold me

I'm King Kong on every track, no cage built can hold me

I'll THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

When I BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP

It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in your trunk

My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't raised no punk

We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks

From the home of Coca-Cola, I"m not referring to soda

I'ma grind till I shine or die goin' for mine

SIG Sauer by my side

Swervin' and blowin' pine

Don't be a victim to a killer, be father to ya son

This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T-I-P and Bun

I got them 'bows on my 'Lac, swervin' on these ****

I got the ho up in the back, bumpin' in your speakers

I got the weed in my sack, smokin' on that killa

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my ****}4

I got the new-new (Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (**** don't wanna touch the Killa)

Well, bitch, I'm comin' live from the trunk and I thrive on funk

'Cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk

I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin' Twin-Towered

Devoured, it's a shit-storm and you 'bout to get showered

From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris

I embarrass **** on chrome wheels that's big as the ferris

'Cause there is

No we, no how, I stay low-key, low-brow

In that black on black on black in the 'Lac, 'cause I'm so wild

I get drunk off that, I'll be high off this

I might pop one of those, it don't matter, my ****, I don't miss

They put me high on lists, where players are posted

But don't play us, we posted up on corners

Where naysayers get roasted

And the bread get toasted, 'cause I keep the flame on

The face for the game on

Leave a stain on anythang I puts my name onL

Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody

'Cause can't nothin' keep a trill **** down, ask Khujo Goodie

I got them 'bows on my 'Lac, swervin' on these ****

I got the ho up in the back, bumpin' in your speakers

I got the weed in my sack, smokin' on that killa

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my ****

I got the new-new (Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (K-K-Killa, K-K-K-Killa Killa)

New-New (**** don't wanna touch the Killa)

All I gotta say is, sucka emcees better run

The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee

T-I-P, Killer Mike or Bun

We are not doin' this for fun, this is a bloodsport

Emcees are dying, mothers are crying

And wack-ass **** will go out trying

It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth

And these are the emcees of the new south