| Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America,
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| We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The
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| Beginning Of A New Era. | 
| And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
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| Ahh yeaaah.
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| Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again.
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| With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South.
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| Yo Bun, it’s yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters,
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| who suffer at the hands
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| of the innocent.
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| It’s been a long time comin’but it finally came,
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| for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin’shot at the game.
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| I put mo’work in than the average trill nigga can put,
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| and I’m a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker
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| than soot. | 
| I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me,
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| head? | 
| in the ghetto, mayn you know where
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| to find me. | 
| The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear,
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| from this moment I run the South, and
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| everything down here. | 
| That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks,
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| whether it’s rappin’or work, I got the shit on lock. | 
| I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion,
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| I’ma tell ya how I feel
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| 'cause I’m a God Damn Texan. | 
| 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin’the frauds,
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| 'cause it’s a White House of cards, and it’s filled with broads.
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| We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause
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| what happened in New Orleans should never happen again.
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| They be sittin’on they ass doin’much about
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| nothing, for too God Damn long, and I’m tired of the frontin'.
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| I’ma instegate a change from the mutha
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| fuckin’top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin’on my people gotta stop.
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| So I’m here to make a stand, and
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| take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin’back.
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| It’s a new king on the throne, and
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| his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what’s fuckin’with that?
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| Hail to the chief. |