» chorus 1:
Said I came from South Khack
and been across the map
Did my thing around and then I came right back
to South Khack (south khack > south khack)
cause I love South Khack (south khack > south khack)


» verse 1:
First off... middle finger up.....
judges and the cops eat a cock
when will this racist trash get stopped
me they can't block,
eventhough they want me locked
got enough money and smarts to put names up in the spot
light... yeah the boy is that bright
Played this game so long my game got kinda tight

never knew fright, whether losing or winnin fights
all i know is that, I'm right no matter if they nice
in how they put things, cause you can't hustle hustlers
we trust intuition and bust every single buster

skip all the rhymes, and check my background
and the only thing that's found that the boy gets around
read between the lines, do no duckin and the dodgin
Was illegal now legal ballin like Dennis Rodman

never been a dope boy... homie my squad mobbin
well organized, marketing the black market....
make me no target... ever


» chorus 1:
Said I came from South Khack
and been across the map
Did my thing around and then I came right back
to South Khack (south khack > south khack)
cause I love South Khack (south khack > south khack)


» verse 2:
I'm young rich and confident, streets want that floss talk
put on my designer cape and fly like a Ferrugnious hawk
see if i can walk that walk, see if I done spent a million
if it ain't that, it's closer than what you feelin

chillin in costa rica... who else done did this?
these crackaz out here give us nothing to try and get rich
so me, i take mine..... i don't know the word stealin
God made everything in this world and that's the realest

I'm pimpin off these blood suckas, tell 'em goto Hell
I'm livin out my dreams and livin to tell the tales
meant to flow like water wells not sit up in a cold cell
rather turn wild west than sit down inside a south jail

for years.. amongst the shiestiest of my peers
cause i appear more sane than the man that's really here
aqui es un loco negritro que es un me
trippin to san jose to find my soul's peace
but return


» chorus 1:
Said I came from South Khack
and been across the map
Did my thing around and then I came right back
to South Khack (south khack > south khack)
cause I love South Khack (south khack > south khack)


» verse 3:
tell me who wants the money..... well who is you spendin with?
spend them colored dollars with some colored businessmen
never one sided but not gettin our points across
not 'til we see the state house and the rebel flag off

thomas ravenell was the white boy with all the coke
but he ain't even goto jail, so why is it my folk
homie that game a trip, that's set to make you trip
they let u sell it all then sit u behind some bricks

so if you rap homie, lemme see you make a sell
stack that cash well and invest in something real
nah jail ain't scary, but this world is sittin pretty
and I pose like a model with a girlie sittin' wit me

put on for my state by showin y'all the game
Sinkin my footsteps in the sand and it's a shame
if you ain't watchin cause I am better than TV
reality in my music, my struggle's 3-D