H-Town, in effect for Texas
Southside, for the H-Town
Northside, for the H-Town
Eastside, for the H-Town
Westside, for the H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
Blaze up the indo, light the chocolate tye
Sittin' on South Race screens, ballin' out the sky
Hoes diss that ass cause they wanna buy me Ralph Lauren
Cause big 'o 19's look lovely on the foreign
I ain't borrowing, the baddest, the V-12 is the baddest
A rhymin' afterattics gave me superstar status
Longers get my list, haters got me pissed
I used to sell rocks, now they all on my wrist
Feel this before yourself, step and get in this
The playa, the pimp, young thug and a menace
Pretendness is endless, and crank up confusion
Yo sweet cal is used in knockin' out Houston
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Screwed-Up Click for life, this is Lil' to Keke
Two, is ballin' in the mix
And hit me on the beep if you need thirtysix
Quickly, we're the grands of high rexis
I'll make you mighty reckless to run up on the Lexus
It's still this game from a Southern gangbanger
No anger to a stranger, but it's one up in the chamber
Of the blared straight glock cause haters come in flocks
It don't face born and raised on the 8100 block of Herschelwood
And the point is understood
We keep it all good in this crack-controlled hood
It ain't too late to set it straight, real players don't hate
Push weight and keep fate and the money that I make I'ma break
500 mean gold, tapes sold, story told, from the North to South Pole
21 years old, wanna bone, won't drown
Just another pimp comin' out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Southside representin' and this is Lil' to Keke
First three, who it be, L-i-l K-e
That's me, I'm a g, from the southside of the T
You and me, baby, let's get a room for the hour
Get high as a tower, bust a nut and hit the showers
You gone with the wind, after while it's on again
This time bring a friend, a couple corners we gone bend
Let's pretend that this sin, ain't even been committed
Once I split it then I hit it, you in love, go'on admit it
It's goin' down, yeah I'm talking to you
H-Town, smoked out jammin' Screw
Tell your crew it's '97, it ain't no refusin'
We got 'em to the bottom now they all lovin' Houston
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Herschelwood my hood, this is Lil' to Keke
Reporter:
"Keke yours sure have been the Cinderella story
you've been shooting to the top of the bullet, but
how do you feel about the East Coast West Coast situation?"
Lil' Keke:
"You know, I'ma keep my comments about that, but
[talking]
Dirty South, Houston Texas
4 million strong, CMG, 2003 man
The young Don man, representing
This how we ride man, Southside
Northside, sing it..
[Hook: Z-Ro]
When we ride, it's for the Southside
(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside
It's for the Southside, yeah
[Lil' Keke]
The party over here, the party up over there
Southside lighting up, Saturday night I swear
Take a trip to Richmond, down to Westtown
When your chick driving, I pull up behind her
Look at the scene, look at the hoes
Look at the Dubs look at the 3's, look at the 4's
We gon wild out, till we fall out
Catch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubt
I'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brother
Getting my chips, don't change for nan nother
Bumping and talking, but that's okay
Have your weapon loaded up, cause we coming your way, hey
[Hook]
When we ride, it's for the Southside
(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside
It's for the Southside, yeah
And we get high, with the Northside
(with the Northside), with the Northside yeah
With the Northside, yeah
[Z-Ro]
When we ride, it's for the South and for the Northside
Boppers bopping when they see us, they open they mouth wide
We them goodfellas, running the city block to block
Herschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to Scot
It don't stop, we get blowed all day long
Brothers got two or three Nextels, steady using a pay phone
Cause them people, be tapping into our conversations
If they catch us with that herb, we facing incarceration
If it's on the low, I love the sound of that
Plus if it's headbanger, I'ma sco' a pound of that
Z-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the Don
S.U.C. smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawn
That's for the sets my friend, it's no plex again
We all united in my city, like we all Mexicans
We all about our bread, candy blue or the red
Forever dangerous we bust heads, our city is FED ha
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
Glock 9, y'all niggaz gon make me pop mine
Back up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mine
Drop mine, at the drop of a dime
Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line
It's bout time, now the road is clear
Got the tinted up Range, rolling up in the rear
We bout six or seven deep, when we pull from the mansion
Here come big 2, crawling up Avalanching
Big T, watching out no slipping
Cock the hammer back, if they breathe start tripping
CMG fall off, nigga it's no never
Call your boys call your click, we down for whatever
Suit yourself mayn, but we roll leather
Air Force 1's, throwbacks in this weather
H-Town, and it ain't nothing but love
I get high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug
[Hook]
[talking]
Southside yeah, Northside
This how we ride man, this how we roll man
Yeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3
I'ma try and look at you, a little bit out here
I'm 'bout to make it rain, soon as I can change
So you can show me what that pussy made for
I'm here to spend this money, so take it off for me
Girl, I want you to show me what that pussy made for
Work the edge of the stage, I see it in your face
Girl, you wanna show me what that pussy made for
At the end of the night, I'm gonna do you right
Girl, you need to show me what that pussy made for
Show me what that pussy made for
I check ya forecast, they tell me when it rains, it pours
That pussy all mine, this money all yours
Don't get it twisted, I'm a G but I paid her
She took me to school and then showed me what's it made for
Super thick but bein' sexy wasn't the same thang
Between ya legs can get ya cheddar and a better name
I love ya stage show, get low so I can see
I got a couple of stacks for you, girl, believe me
I'm on patron with them kush squares and feelin' lovely
Work ya goal mind, say boo, you so lucky
Up and down, bust it open but then take it slow
I'm here to spend this money, you gon' have to show me tho'
I'm 'bout to make it rain, soon as I can change
So you can show me what that pussy made for
I'm here to spend this money, so take it off for me
Girl, I want you to show me what that pussy made for
Work the edge of the stage, I see it in your face
Girl, you wanna show me what that pussy made for
At the end of the night, I'm gonna do you right
Girl, you need to show me what that pussy made for
Show me what that pussy made for
I can see ya face, girl, you about business
I'm tryna go deep, more stomach and all kidneys
You keep 'em daydreamin', you got 'em so feignin'
That's what it's made for, show me the real meanin'
It's made for gettin' cash, it's made for breakin' hearts
You keep it drippin' wet, sex game is off the charts
Just lean back and let me take a glance, rain dance
I love it when you touch ya self with ya soft hands
You take it off and leave it off, you got it sittin' right
Come, get ya bread, boo 'cause I'm gon' spend it all night
I keep it real, call it how I see it, that's all bra
She got a beast and she know what's it made for
I'm 'bout to make it rain, soon as I can change
So you can show me what that pussy made for
I'm here to spend this money, so take it off for me
Girl, I want you to show me what that pussy made for
Work the edge of the stage, I see it in your face
Girl, you wanna show me what that pussy made for
[Intro]
Rep your hood, (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood
For my G's and my thugs, my niggaz rep your hood (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood
For my G's and my thugs, my niggaz rep your hood (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood (do what)
If you independent women and living, rep your hood (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood
[Lil' Keke]
I bet ya y'all came here, to rock the club
It ain't no way, that these haters can stop the club
I see some independent women, I see some thugs
So get your bounce on whodie, and show some love
This the club homie, you take it home if you're tired
The beat shaking the wall, this party is getting live
This the club homie, you take it home if you're tired
She shaking and acting bad, that ass is getting wide
Cause uh we came here, to crank it up
Be a star hit the bar, and drink it up
Now tell em we came here, to crank it up
And ya know that this click, don't give a fuck
So get your roll on homie, and rock the club
We in the VIP, we stank it up
So get your roll on homie, and rock the club
S.U.C. in the building, show us love
[Hook]
So get your back up off the wall, do what ya do
Get your pimp game on for real, now what it do
Already down here fa sho, do what ya do
These shorties they looking good my man, now what it do
What it do, I'm dropping this game up on your brain
What it do, she shaking that ass and letting it hang
What it do, I'm smoking and drinking and feeling good
Sets up in the sky, we repping it for the hood what it do
[Big Pokey]
I picked the lock, and came through
S.U.C.-M.O.B., the same crew
Five pound VS1's, done came blue
In my ear lobes fist, wrists and chain too
Dog I know a hundred thangs, that a dame do
Let her do what she do daddy, just don't let her change you
In the club VIP, pulling the Range through
Tipping hundreds dropping money, some niggaz can't do
What it do, we fall in the club it's going down
VIP broked off, nigga we blowing pine
What it do, S.U.C. we in the place
2005 Take Over, come get a taste
These niggaz, better pick up the pace
Don't kiss her in the morning, cause tonight I'm fins to dick up her face
Now what it do, the club is packed these hoes fine
So who is you, see me I'm a mack these hoes mine
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
What it do, baby
This for Fat Pat, and DJ Screw baby
Won't you scream, till your face turn blue baby
Meet me in front of the club at two baby, what it do baby
H2 baby, got you clinging to a nigga like glue baby
You done bit off more, than you can chew baby
And the rim size, is 22 baby
So what it do, baby
What it do, homie
See you tipping in your slab, and your rims chromey
And you mad, cause your girlfriend all on me
Don't act no fool I got my heat on me, so what it do homie
See, I came here to crank it up
And the weed that I smoke, gon stank it up
And I'm buying out the bar, so drank it up
What it do motherfuckers, let's crank it up
[talking]
South-Sive, the young Don
You motherfucking right, I'm back man
H-A-W-K, my motherfucking big brother
This for the late great Fat Pat
DJ Screw baby, you did it
You started this monster man, ha-ha
[Lil' Keke]
We did that, just to prove a point
When we in the vocal booth, we'll crash the joint
Another callabo, reaching for mo' do'
Geeking and spitting flow, teaching a weak hoe
Let me go, I drop raps a mile a minute
Done six hundred thousand, local and independent
Boys see me flow, but they can't see me do'
Cutting out the middle man, when you the CEO
I mash and get crunk, and do it for Corey Blunt
Take a two week trip, throw fifty up out the trunk
Mastermind, take it to another level
Basically I'm saying, that I'm platinum in the ghetto
Fuck a major deal, we get nine a pop
Pressing up seventy thousand, everytime we drop
Release six a year, you do the math
I'ma stay in the studio, and let you hear the slab
[Hook x2: Lil Keke & (H.A.W.K.)]
We did this, just to let you niggaz know
(mic check straight wreck, when we come with the flow)
Representing, for the S.U.C
(coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey
[H.A.W.K.]
7-1-3, is the area code
7-45, is how I hog the road
24/7 nigga, I stay blowed
And all the hoes say H.A.W.K., is thoed
It's the great one, brother of the late one
The straight one, when I bust with this gun
Don't hate son, cause the flow is polish
Never went to college, but still blessed with knowledge
Never had a major deal, and don't even want it
I just flex my skill, and crush my opponent
However you want it, I bring it hard to the rack
And y'all must forgot, I got platinum placks
And that's a fact, the next best thing to crack
To hear one of my songs, you gotta ring it back
Rewind that shit, get off in your mind and shit
The kid is sick, and I love the way he spit
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
We spit this rap, and drive this map
Then I kick this flow, and go for mo'
Then I let you niggaz know, that I don't play
Smoke this light green, everyday
I'm on my way, me and my nigga Big Hawk-y
Across the water, alert the Nextel walkie
Young Don, and they just can't see
Another cold nigga, from the 7-1-3
[H.A.W.K.]
Ke hit me on the walkie, so I hit him back
Did you hear what we did, to that Worm track
We did that, boys better back on back
Or I'll react, and dominate just like Shaq
H.A.W.K. and the Don, really we don't barre none
We the shit, and y'all mo'fuckers the runs
Here we come, so y'all better move around
It's the 7-1-3, bout to shut shit down
[talking]
My click, don't sweat it
Here we come nigga, CMG on the rise check it
[Lil' Keke]
It's been a long time, but we bringing it back
This for the gangstas on the streets, still dressed in black
For the gangstas in the Penn, still dressed in white
Hold your head young nigga, everything's alright
It don't matter what they do, still love my peeps
You can hustle all night, but respect the streets
It's a picture out there, and I'm seeing it clear
Told my click step it up man, cause this our year
Load up the tour bus, yeah we rolling again
Feeling good bout my fam, it's just me and my men
Yeah we loc'd up, the trunk smoked up
This for cowards on the streets, yeah they choked up
They thought we broke up, but we came back
And I'ma twist another fat one, out the do' sack
I blow my wig back, and continue to mash
Cause it's all about the road trips, and getting that cash
Take a second look, niggaz nuts took
Bout to turn another page, in the gangsta book
And this life ain't fair, so I just don't care
We ain't got to come back, cause we ain't went nowhere, what
[Hook]
We coming, we coming back
We coming back, when it's time to attack
The black Mack don't slack, and he don't know how to act
We coming, we coming back
We coming back, putting hits on the rack
Moving bricks of crack, because it's like that uh
[Lil' Keke]
Tighten up your defense, for the fourth quarter
Ain't no games being played, we done got smarter
Every inch every yard, cause it count from here
CMG on the move, baby have no fear
We gon take it to the max, cause it's still our year
And boys be talking down, got the wrong idea
We done stepped up my man, to the plate this time
Get a grip don't slip, 'fore you fall behind
I do it rhyme for rhyme, write it line for line
I remember on the corner, going dime for dime
Going rock for rock, going lick for lick
Fifty pack whole sales, trying to get to a brick
Now I'm in the rap world, and I'm ripping it hard
Got my family back together man, thanks to the Lord
They don't wanna talk to me though, still wanna do me though
Off the block to the streets, straight to the studio
Getting paid, trying to get rich
You know the game might change, but I just don't switch
And I just don't snitch, and that's a real true fact
Watch yourself lil' whodi, cause we bout to come back, what
[Hook x2]
Try to understand, all the shit that I've been through
Try to understand, I got a life to live too
Try to understand, I got problems but I feel you
Try to understand, I'm a man I got bills too
[Pretty Todd]
I never give the devil the pleasure, to ever take a fella off of his level
Still, everything's right on schedule
I had my personal vendettas, but I solved em
Cause all that drama, could stop us from getting dollas
I take advice from one, and that's my mama
I made her a promise, my word is my honor
Cause sure enough, I'm a grown up
Just turned 21 there's money to get, and I'm trying to get me some
So get your ass out my path, 'fore you get mashed
Put a whole new career, in your new acts relapse
What we have, is organized grinding
In a mind of real niggaz, our vision's a clear picture
I'm still with you, you ain't lost me I hope I ain't lost you
I just, had to get that out fool
And let niggaz know, a lil' something about school
And struggle in this concrete, jungle I walk through
[Scooby]
I am dog, a grown man dog
You don't understand, the plan at hand dog
You see the potential, I mash to get cake
Hustle Presidential, like a Bad Azz Mix Tape
Say I live what I speak, so you best believe
I grind to what's left for me, is left in these streets
Listen up man, I mean with figgas
I don't know if it's just me, but all I see is green pictures
And I don't bother, with these in between niggaz
Loyalty is my back bone, we the team nigga
G-R-I-T-B-O
Y-dolla sign, chump cause we need do'
Respect is power, and power is money
Money is time, money is the reason that I rhyme and grind
Might I remind you, that I'm designed to
Move anything out the way, of getting what's mine fool
[H.A.W.K.]
See the type of nigga I am, I give a good damn
Bout anything, other than fam
Just ten years ago, when I didn't have flow
Before You Already Know, when I didn't have do'
My mom's oldest seed, I had to take the lead
Dreams of making believe, became make believe
We was boys but we now men, ask once then you'll ask again
How many times, will I have to lend
You on the outside, looking in
You don't know where I done been, do anything to get in
I don't know how, some of you think
But soon as you blink, they here on the first and fifteenth
Now see I got bills too, feel me like you I feel you
God damn, I got a life too
Got a kid, and a wife too
And how the hell they gon eat, if I still gotta feed you
[Lil' Keke]
Follow the vision, and we can walk the road clear
I hustled and struggled, it was another long year
I never had a brother, so I turned to the thugs
No unconditional love, cause we ain't the same blood
Tough guys, most y'all niggaz still bluffing
I'm thinking while I'm puffing, I don't owe you niggaz nothing
I'm changing my ways, I'm living my life new
Nigga get your own thang, and see what your hustle do
I done heard it all nigga, guess I'm chasing a dream
Got a big family to feed, and I'm the coach of that team
If you the shit best believe, all the flies they love it
When the plan going bad, everybody say fuck it
And you recognize game, when the pain is felt
And it's one thang fa sho, I ain't gon lie to myself
So you busta ass niggaz, can't see night from day
Understand black man, I got bills to pay
[talking:]
Ok, we gon walk up in the set the club
You know, ay check it
We gon do this in the club, when the place is blazing
Packed wall to wall, man the joint amazing
Naw ok we gon do it right here, here we go right here
[Hook x2:]
We gon do this in the club, when the place is blazing
Packed wall to wall, man the joint amazing
Get your roll on, then light up the tree
You can catch me and my click, in the V.I.P.
[Lil' Keke:]
We in the back of the club, and the hoes is shaking
No time for faking, strictly heart breaking
Get another Henn, take it straight to the dome
Where them bad lil' mamas, with that tight shit on
We up in Max's, and my click is repping
Tell the freaks, if they ain't fucking keep stepping
After the club, you know we hit the hot spot
Do it again next week, shit why not
That's the way it go down, time to slow it down
Full of that shit mayn, my body to' down
On the for real, it's all air tight
Make sure you check us, in the fucking club tonight what
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
It's three in the morning, at the after hour
The 4-30 Lex, still running with power
Snatch me some grafas,a nd hit the highway
Baby on my side, and she doing it my way
That's the fly way, constantly smoking
Fresh Afaghan, got these youngsters choking
I know she hoping, we make it happen
I stick to rapping, and I'm not capping
The chick was Latin, speaking Spanish
Had a lil' partna, I called her Manish
Now we flipping, constantly tripping
Fo' deep in the drop, and we steadily dipping
C.M.G., you know we do what we like
We gon head for the club, when the midnight strike
Hit the do' by one, and it's all you see
Is my click headed straight, for the V.I.P. yeah
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
Alright let's do it, cause it ain't nothing to it
Stay right up in the mix, cause a nigga use to it
Balling out of control, 24's on swoll
Park that in valet, when it's time to hold
Take the glock out the stash, heavy cocked and loaded
Sit it straight up on my lap, cause I love to tote it
When we up I-10, and I love to roll
Keep the game on hush, cause the game is sold
Yeah the game is cold, when I'm touching the mic
And I'm wrecking on the stage, at the club tonight
This for y'all, from that Don Keke
Get your roll on baby, then light up the tree
[talking]
Young Don nigga, Fat Rat nigga
We in the building, S.U.C
Underground All-Stars, feel it ah
[Hook]
We some hustlers ballers, money making thugs
Underground All-Stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses gangstas, money making G's
Counting O's doing shows, from our new CD's
[Lil' Keke]
Throw your block up high, get your set in the sky
Get your dro get your drank, X pills and fry
We some hustlers ballers, gangstas bosses
Hood rich nigga, with no time for losses
I've been gone for a minute, so boys wanna do me
I'm cold with this shit, bouncing back like Juve
Feel me kill me, or make you a choice
Or tuck your tail like a bitch, when you hear my voice
Bring pain no change, on my new c.d
And I'm raw as ten lines, out the scorpion key
S.U.C. to the finish, niggaz clearing the way
In the booth spitting truth, better ask MJ
Got Miggity Mike D, and I'm Don Lil' Ke
Herschelwood and the 3, Laf-Tex C.M.G
Braeswood new chrome, on brand new cars
It's the Southside, Underground All-Stars
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
I sold c.d.s, out the back of my truck
So I could knock off the truck, that start with the Range
And when I stopped moving crack and I started to rap
And I made me some stacks, I ain't changed
You must respect my hustle, you must respect my grind
You must respect my hard work, I got the right to shine
Remember well in my cell, I had to fight the time
But I swore when I got out, I'd have twice the grind
And be, ten times the man
This Y on my wrist, is ten times a grand
I got the glow of a God, you can't out shine me man
Dear Lord watch over me, niggaz hating on me I'm about to bomb on em
Be with me Amen, see I will prevail
Not a millionaire yet, but I'm giving 'em hell
Real life thug shit, man I'm living it well
And if you real like I'm real, then you feel me like brail cause we some
[Hook x2]
[Mike D]
Ain't too many gon hop out, and do the game like me
I got the heart of a lion, hustle game from the 3
I'm with the Don Keke, Lil' O and Den Den
Plus guerillas from the Southwest, with C's on they fucking chest
You get it right get it straight, baby we hold the weight
Use to be the cocaine, now this the drank state
And you know, who hold the keys to the city
It's Miggity Mike D, a young Carl Smitty
And I'm tired of these overrated, rappers
Ain't seen the streets a day in they life, just modern day actors
Watch niggaz like me, and put my life in they lines
And niggaz in the hood, don't even know your kind
I'm a hustler gangsta, money making thug
With niggaz from the hood, that'll get at you cuz
[talking]
What what, this for the hood y'all
Yeah what, this for the block y'all
What yeah, this for the set y'all check it
[Lil' Keke]
Ok this Southside, who do it better than me
Distribution radio, baby and even T.V
We got the hood locked up, got the watch rocked up
You know the game done changed, since the Don popped up
Everyday all day, can't see it no other way
From the Houston city streets, to the old AK
We been blessed mayn, cause we the best mayn
And I got loot bulletproofs, on my chest mayn
Where your block at, nigga represent for your set
We do it quick fast and fly, like a airline jet
We getting money baby, because we love to work
And I will stay gangstafied, when I'm put in the dirt
[Hook]
If you really representing, go and throw up your set
Cause my hood off the chain, every chance we get
We some thug niggaz, we ain't no scrub niggaz
It's just gangstas, cut throats, man I love niggaz
If you really representing, go and throw up your block
AK's and 45's, with them plastic glocks
We some thug niggaz, we ain't no scrub niggaz
Wave your hands in the air, if you love niggaz
[Lil' Keke]
It's war time, on the real and you ain't heard
Hit the cuts on fire, moving halfs and birds
Get my paper route, then pull my stacks out
I fuck with G's and thugs, that got that street clout
You gotta be certified, cause this is Southside
My shoes be 22's, when I'm outside
I gotta get mo' do', mo' dro, I gotta resco'
Gotta stash a ki, when the shit get too slow
Oh no, there go them boys set tripping
Oh no, there go that AR ripping
Tell your whole click, they better clean up they act
Cause when the clock going forward, ain't no turning it back
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
It's the black mack, pushing new Cadillac
Smoking a fat sack, riding with the roof back
Ok it's CMG, and we gon get it fa sho
We trying to touch 60 mill, like them boys in Blow
I gotta let em know, that I'm still a pro
Freestyle right now, they gon love the flow
It ain't no thang mayn, it ain't gon change mayn
If it's crack, rap or pimping, it's the same thang
It's bout that cheddar fool, this shit is old school
Dirty South representing, like I'm 'pose to
Cause Commission rich nigga, we some dangerous killas
And I wouldn't really give a fuck mayn, I love my niggaz
[talking]
Get your money, get your cash young nigga
This for them gangsta niggaz, this for them gangstas
The Young Don, don't get it twisted
I'm from day one, I'm a throwback gangsta nigga ha-ha
[Lil' Keke]
It's been a long time, and ain't no sense in me lying
But if you looking for a gangsta, I ain't hard to find
Switch the CEO, in the 2-thee-fo'
But I'm straight up out the hood, handling shit like a pro
I was born on the streets, I was raised on the block
I was really on the cut, with a mouth full of rocks
You niggaz faking, bumping bout your street glory
But my days in the hood, is a true story
I was 18, with my freestyle skills
Then in 1997, sold a hundred for real
Check the soundscan, man my stats legit
Was the first solo act, out the Screwed Up Click
Don't get it twisted, boys gon continue to hate
Sold fifty thousand tapes, out of Screw front gate
I'm a pioneer, and no need for plexers
Made five million dollars, in the state of Texas
[Hook]
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
And tell these hating niggaz, we don't owe they ass nothing
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
And tell these silly hoes, that we still don't love 'em
[Lil' Keke]
You can call it what you want, I pull's up on hoes
From the Lex to the truck, to the Lac on 4's
You niggaz bumping, steady out here riding my dick
Steady talking bout the slab, and you ain't rolled shit
I push candy, 20's and SUV's
Had some of your bitches, getting off they knees
You niggaz socializing, but I paved the way
And I'm always present, on show-up day
I get's props and respect man, wherever I be
But I'm a walking living legend, down in 7-1-3
Plus I'm low to the flo', when I'm making a move
Bank account sitting fat, I ain't got nothing to prove
Get your weight up niggaz, when you come to the wood
Get your plate brought to ya, steady thinking it's good
CMG got the rock, and we living a dream
And I'm right behind ya nigga, quarterbacking the team what
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
Down in H-Town, I'm prolly smoking a pound
We get it rocking get it popping, at the lyricists lounge
Ain't no bullshitting, we clocking nothing but loot
I'm trying to tear the wall down, when I'm up in the booth
This for them gangsta niggaz, this for the gangstas
I'm a soldier from the hood, so my stripes outrank ya
8100 block, and we known to bust ya
My hands stay dirty, I'm a throwback hustler
Music still dropping, them boys still plotting
The caine still popping, them FED's still watching
Controlled now, and the checks look lifty
Three hundred thousand, multiply 8-60
And it's legit, you know that's big boy shit
So I'm a rapping motherfucker, and I just can't quit
CMG nigga, and it's a brand new year
Get off my dick young man, tell your bitch to come here
[Hook]
[talking]
Uh-huh the Young Don, yes sir
I'm back up at ya, CEO style coming straight at ya
Out the motherfucking lyricists lounge
My nigga C-Mo, put this one here down
Ya know, the Young Don is back I ain't charging shit
Bitches got bad credit with me out here
I'm coming to get it move over, sitting tall ya know
Seven hundred thousand, independent sold
See me nigga I'm telling ya, check the soundscan
All my stats legit nigga, I'm the CEO they got to see me though
[talking:]
Damn hear it baby, rep it
Can't fold, yeah uh-huh yeah
Yeah ok, what a nigga would say
If you ain't feeling this, you ain't touching it right
[Big Pokey:]
Speed coat one week, next week chinchillas
Speed boat one day, next day three wheeler
A nigga don't play, and I'm all about my pay
Until I get it that way, I'ma be a gorilla
I put pistols in niggaz pillows, and change they mind
Make niggaz feel it for real, when they playing with mine
Ain't no sense in playing around, nothing ass niggaz
Weighing you down, check em off nigga stay on your grind
Ask God for signs, and follow the guidelines
Sometime, you gotta set your pride on the sidelines
Strapped in the field, one shot one kill
One drop one live, say something gotta give
Lot of niggaz be hating, but don't know what it is
Keep your eyes on the prize, and a extra pair of ears
If a nigga square it off, then you gotta tear him off
Crock bull bloodline, I roll like ouijas
[Hook:]
Stop bullshitting with life, and pick up the pace
Fuck bill money dog, I'm trying to fill up a safe
I started from the ground, and I'm coming for my crown
Niggaz wanna see me down, give a nigga some space
I go hard, round for round niggaz can get it
In the yard, pound for pound nigga we hit it
Six digits, we spending that at the lot
That's what it's all about, paper chasing
[Lil' Keke:]
Earth wind fire, is what I breathe
And receive in my lungs, I'm leaving the world sprung
I'm the Young Don, the streets turned me rotten
I ain't never had nothing, I surface straight from the bottom
You claim you a man, then nigga time to show it
If the fam on the line, then nigga I'd die for it
Concrete soldier, rocks and gate jumping
28 young, I'm still looking for some'ing
It's dirt plus work, when I'm rolling lonely
The 4-5 cocked, and my son is hungry
I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving
I'm a entertainer, I show out for a living
In the booth with the truth, I be constant spitting
Ain't no lying to myself, I know when I'm bullshitting
Miss me, cause I'll smash on a hater
Out the do' on a go, I'm running after my paper
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
It's either get money, or be broke with no hope
Strung out on dope, with no way to cope
See us black folks, are so materialistic
Looking good but broke, with no way to fix it
Let's be realistic, and look at statistics
Without no do', we can't make no business
See I wanna be the richest, cause I came from nothing
I'm a greedy motherfucker, you could say I'm a glutting
Fuck bill money, I'm trying to get real money
Real money, that major deal money
That house, on a hill money
Put some food in my son's tummy, cause that's all that he wants from me
And what he want, he sho' gon get
Cause my daddy didn't give me shit, shit
Life's a bitch, and then you're gone
So while you here get your hustle on, get your hustle on
[Hook x2]
Still tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's
4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
Tipping-tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's
Pimping fo' hoes, and I'm packing fo'
[Lil' Keke]
H-Town game colder, Sunday night strip roller
Diamond mouth Dirty South, legendary slab holder
Flipping on new vogues, in the parking lot of my shows
Might be macking on two hoes, and I'm tipping on 4-4's
Touch the button scoot back, automatic roof cracked
Fill your cup windows up, I could bulletproof that
Candy paint Southside, a wood grain wheel guider
Hit the switch raise it up, bring it back shoot fire
Beat the trunk let it bang, let them boppers do they thang
Bust a right hit my lights, catch him in the turning lane
Pull up like a boss man, driving with my floss hand
Bass hitting hard in the trunk, like a church band
Don Ke' you know it's on, Big Po' Mike Jones
Big rims big chrome, in and out your time zone
Hustlers get your swang on, gangstas let it roll
I'm tipping on 4-4's, and I'm riding under control what
[Hook x2]
[Mike Jones]
4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping, turn your neck and yo' dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping, I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like Do or Die I'm Po' Pimpin, car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drops with invisible tops, hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four 18's, candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme, got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king, it takes grinding to be a king
"First Round Draft Picks" coming, "Who is Mike Jones?" coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman, slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones, the one and only you can't clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me (I said)
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
[Hook x2]
[Big Pokey]
I'm sitting on 4-4's, fo' point stands like a bulldog
Blue lens headlights, horse power under the hood y'all
Old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall
Roof pushed back when the six crawl, tip in the motor I ditch laws
Do' slammer rimmed up, driveway decorated
Fo' hammers stash spots, everywhere niggaz hating
Off the gut raise it up, Afghan blaze it up
Park the car play the truck, meet the Rican weight it up
Po' it up shake it up, fo' 15's trying to break it up
Slab riding with the hockey game, I be the nigga that'll take the Cup
State to state pulling up, like a hamstring they know Dina
International worldwide, cool but not no hoe neither
It's pimping here I'm a hoe bleeder, jet black fo'-fo' heater
4-4's on four vogues, weed stashed in the do' speaker
On Boulevards I'm a slow creeper, hog the lane like the trash truck
Dog I chase these fast bucks, niggaz better get they cash up
9-7, Screwed-Up Click
Soucie Folea'
Ballin' in the mix
Pimp the pens
Ball slow party on
Ah, the Screw and the Lil' K-E
Know what I'm sayin' cause uh..
Herschelwood if ya hoes that know
Lil' Keke's on the rack and I'm mixed to flow
(Lil' Keke)
I'm still dranked up and dripped out, reclining to top
Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
I'ma swang on these bopples, I'm a clown on these cops
Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sippin' serve, slangin' birds, smokin' indo sweets
I done stay low in places, cause the playas hate Texas
TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus
>From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about punkin' the Screw
We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
It's real easy to see, there ain't no fuckin' with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke
(DJ Screw)
Know what I'm sayin' Southside?
Let's get a drink up and dripped out pimp the pens
Know what I'm sayin'?
Puttin' it down, representin' to the fullest
Know what I'm sayin'?
L-i-l, go on let that boy go again
(Lil' Keke)
It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table
Big crib, watching gorgeous gal lickin' my navel
Who's the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's ME
Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Give me cocain in reglerity
Pimps on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't respect
Let me pimp right down effect
Gone of the drank, got' make a bank
Playa haters niggas don't want tryin' to take my pad
I'ma have to kill, when I come down, chrome in blazin' wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better chill
Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make another mill, while I pack my steel
Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill
Higher than a hill, land of the trill
Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show another skill
(DJ Screw)
Know what I'm sayin'? Pimp the pens, worldwide
Break it down Scroofless
Ya'll already know what it is, Hollywood
Ain't that right Cardion?
Straight hoggin', done deal, trick
(Lil' Keke)
First crip to flow, if ya hoes that know
In and out the back door cause I gots to go
I'm more time I'ma flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show
Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks
Worst strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
Your foy, your friend, I'm a keep pimpin' pen, pimpin' pens
(DJ Screw)
Just chill, and smoke a sweet for a second
9-7, showin' up, two-timin' on records
Steady stackin' them dollars, guessing on my Impala
Blowin' nose of young G don't wanna get swallowed
Toontime in the Soucie, them thangs that nigga need
The devil's beneath me, to God ain't no stoppin' me
It's serve not hennessy, blowin' up independently
I done screwed up the industry, got them all wan' be pagin' me
Niggas be hatin' me, because I make paper, g
It's all about the real paper, still ain't no fakin' me
Girbaud what's up, cause you know I'ma makin'
I'm still dranked up and dripped out, reclining to top
Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
I'ma swang on these bopples, I'm a clown on these cops
Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sippin' serve, slangin' birds, smokin' indo sweets
I done stay low in places, cause the playas hate Texas
TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus
>From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about punkin' the Screw
We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
It's real easy to see, there ain't no fuckin' with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke
On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke
It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table
Big crib, watching gorgeous gal lickin' my navel
Who's the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's ME
Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Give me cocain in reglerity
Pimps on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't respect
Let me pimp right down effect
Gone of the drank, got' make a bank
Playa haters niggas don't want tryin' to take my pad
I'ma have to kill, when I come down, caught me blazin' wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better chill
Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make another mill, while I pack my steel
Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill
Higher than a hill, land of the trill
Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show another skill
On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke
First crip to flow, if ya hoes that know
In and out the back door cause I gots to go
I'm more time I'ma flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show
Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks
Worst strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
[talking:]
Get your mind right, Icon C.M.G.
Icon is the future, C.M.G. my click represent
[Lil' Keke:]
Icon C.M.G., now we carrying weight
Got the foundation set, with potential to dominate
Heart full of fire, and my game is nice
Got the mouth neck and wrist, all covered in ice
It's a new era, the beginning of truth
My family is Teflon, the skills are bulletproof
In the booth, it's all or nothing hundred and ten
From the mic to the streets, I hustle and play to win
C.M.G., let's get it together we bar none
Mr. Gates, Underboss and Lil' Keke the Don
Fuck these punks, we let these niggaz do they own thang
This is Icon, we the future of the rap game
Slow pain, like the lethal injection
Spread through your mind, like a real bad infection
Budgets capital, all of the above
The kid done went major, I'm a legalized thug hey
[Hook: x2]
This is Icon, we was built from the dirt
Independent cash, organized network
Real niggaz, with no space for the wankstas
Off for C.M.G., cause we Custom Made Gangstas
[Lil' C:]
Nigga I'm a icon, motherfuckers wanna be like me
I'm wearing blue they think I'm cripping, wanna C like me
But nigga you ain't like me, cause I'm certified
Ask your bitch, she'll tell ya she prefer to ride
When I touch the track, it's getting burglarized
I'm in the club smoking doja, till I'm sleepy-eyed
So how you like me now, I'm still in it
My homie Ke' told me, long as you in it you can win it
So that's the phrase for this year, gotta live by it
Cause this year it's all beef bitch, no doubt
They thought I fell off, they thought I stopped rapping
Just cause a nigga up the street from me, went platinum
But that'll never happen, we independent cash
Organized network, niggaz on the mash
It ain't no easy task, this ain't no easy grasp
Catch me a hundred in the traffic, barely squeezing past
[Hook x2]
[A.G.:]
We come from dirt and sand, just like man
Many tried to intervene, but it was all in the plan
So you can say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
Pull out your stumbling blocks, my click still coming through
And running you off the set, just like O.G.'s
Making sho, the whole world know we
Can't a motherfucker, hold me
Cause Icon good money in the streets, like a whole ki'
So nigga show me, what you tal'n bout
Then I show you, when I blow you
Off the map, off the globe
Making you history, like a Martin Luther story be told
Papa we too cold, so watch the take over
Giving the game, a C.M.G. make over
Nigga the break's over, so lean back
Before the hammer lean back, and beam that
Texas from the South, and Louisiana from the South
And Memphis Tenn from the South, Atlanta Georgia from the South
Nationwide doin' the
Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southsid
Raise your hands and do the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, shock-n-rock n' do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside
H-town is throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
What, throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
I woke up early, jumped in that butta
Candy-red turnin' heads, let the Vogues burn rubber
I swog and I swang, you know a playa's clean
Hit the velvet and the keen, Europeans with a scream
Eldorado Coupe, everythang cash
Playas pop red, floss wood in the dash
Mashin' on the gas and them got it by the grill
Man you are not comin' through another bill
Showin' up and blowin' up I know I'm lookin' good
I had to show out when I come through the hood
Hit the school zone, four 18's shook it
Caught that boy Gottie sideways sittin' crooked
Pulled in Exxon nuttin' less than Supreme
Never slippin' but I'm trippin' candy red on the scene
Flossin' on the bopples, tossin' on the women
Gotta pop the trunk for my partner Pat Lennon
Cause we throwin' up the deuce, and givin' playas dab
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
What, throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Watchin' Lee and Brooks blowin' sweets at us
Mobb'n heavy in the Chevy, breakin' concrete
Polo on my body and Nikes on my feet
Hold your horses feel the tosses in the presence of a playa
Buckle up your belt through the Southern himalaya
Raise up off of Texas cause you see the South goin'
Overseas blowin' trees with a long Samoean
Mary Jane on the plane, ain't a damn thang changed
Piece of change, diamond ring, cause we throwed in the game
Back in '95 I was broke catchin' cows I left 'em all
Tied 'em up chopped 'em up on the salman
Cause we throwin' up the deuce, and givin' playas dab
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
We do the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah
Raise ya hand, so so high
Rub yo head and do the Southside
Doin' the shockin' and the rockin' from left to right
We lookin' fly so fly with the Swisher rolled tight
I might just do the Southside with you
It's easy and new, drank'd out jammin' Screw
Go on shake it girls, if that's the way you hit 'em
Movin' side to side with your motion and your rhythm
Stick & move, stay in the groove
Keep your hand high and you really can't lose
I'ma hold my head, cause I'm going nationwide
Now the whole world doin' the damn Southside
We do the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, Houston Texas do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside
East Coast do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside
West Coast do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah
[Chorus: Shima]
Come and smoke, with me
Let me put my lips around you, and there's ec-stasy
And I'm oh so glad I found you, each and e-veryday
Gotta have that smoke around me, always want you near me
Cause I can't go on, living without you
[Lil' Keke]
Ride in the Bentley with the, top low
Puffing on Afghan, and not hydro
What the deal, I'm working my wheel and showing skills
Sipping hen on the rocks, floss in the drought
I'm ripping up my chest, cause I'm choking on the best
Smoking endo nothing less, oh yes I confess
Guess what's next, I'm squashing the plex, I'm in the Lex
Bought your girl a new dress, just to give me some sex
Cause I'm ripping up the mic, and I dress so fly
Some people they wonder why, that I stay so high
Cause I'm a O.G., I know you know me
You got some drank up in the glass, go on po' me
We getting gone baby, cause we got it that way
And we gone fire something up, with no time to play
And its me you see, on the call at three
Grab your sack out the car, come and smoke with me
[Chorus: Shima]
[Lil' Keke]
Come and smoke with me, cause you know its going down
Oakland to H-Town, hennessy and the crown
Smoking on a blunt, ain't no time to front
Watch Commission, Avarice pull a whole nother stunt
Lil' Keke the Don, Poetic 1 its all good
Money coast to coast fa sho, its understood
Can't nobody stop this thang, that we do
And the world slowed up baby, thanks to Screw
We some trend setters, focus on the chedda
Paying dues in the game, its gots to get better
Watch the smoke just erupt, let the roof back
When we roll in the trunk
Roll em up fat, and squash the chit chat
Three piece suit, with matching dob hat
I'ma get throwed, and let the game be
Twist one playa, the smoke is on me
[Chorus: Shima]
[Lil' Keke]
I feel like ecstasy, when you take control of me
Cause we rolling strolling hard, and you know its holding me
Getting high, just like the stars in the sky
Floating on cloud nine, when I pass you by
Cause we ride and slide, until the sun come up
And if you got something to do, then you shit out of luck
Cause this the episode, we just waiting to explode
And breaking the microphone, cause my game is cold
Go hard in the paint, when I bump the dank
Its gonna be a little bit better, when I mix the drank
Let's get it cracking, pimping and macking with no jacking
Keep the smoke going, and keep the cash stacking
For real, we smoke the best and feel right
Purple crushed, blue berry and a dash of flight
Its going down, and it ain't for free
Everybody in the place, come and smoke with me
[Chorus: Shima]
Okay... she love gangsters
Okay... she love gangsters
[Verse 1:]
First class flights {flights}, 6 star nights {nights}
I'm the man, the king, the gangster of ya life
Picture dis convertible coupe doors and rollin hard
Brand new gucci bag with a wallet full of credit cards
Hustlers cash out, reload and come back
We weathered ever storm suckers could'ntreplace dat
But when you rollin with ke you with a g
I let dem haters do whatever dey can I do me
She love her a gangster the swag and all
She say nigga I'm ridin witcha if you rise or fall
My game spectacular it's off the charts
It's just dat gangster profile dat done captured her heart
[Hook:]
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way I hustle and shine I'm bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal I'm bout my [? ] in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat I'm bout my [? ] so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}
[Verse 2:]
I let her roll with a crook, I'm dressed in all black
Homie dats dat gangster look, she sittin shot gun strapped
It's a beautiful ride, so sexy and cool wat a hell of a drive
Such a true vet I'm still a bad actor
She listen to me when I talk the respect factor
Big body coupe {coupe}, champayne range {range}
Here go a stack for the prada boots keep the change
The sweet presidental, top floor, trump tower
Come catch the money train it's leavin in like a hour
We so fresh, we killed the scene {killed the scene}
You with a boss come be a queen if you know wat I mean
Loose your other man, dat non sense thru
You with a real g please don't compare the two
Do wat you want to do, be wat you want to be
I'm so gangster I guess dats why she love me
[Hook:]
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way I hustle and shine I'm bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal I'm bout my [? ] in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat I'm bout my [? ] so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}
[Verse 3:]
Fire it up, fire it up
I know the hot spots
She love gangster niggas, true g's dat call shots
I made major moves wen all dem suckers failed
I keep her stress free low key protected well
Dis here is thug life dis here is a hustlers story
No matter time or place baby keep it gangster for me
It's all hood {hood}, we so paid {paid}
She break me off on the highway ridin escalades
Smokin top grade, belvadere shots
6 hundred v12 ridin on dem crome dots
Dem haters still talk but she don't quit
I ain't my fault dat dis girl like gangster shit
[Hook:]
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way I hustle and shine I'm bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal I'm bout my [? ] in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat I'm bout my [? ] so holla back
[talking]
Here we go, Southsive
Dirty South, Westcoast, check it what
[Hook x2]
Will the heat eat me up, man I just don't know
Will the streets beat me up, man I'm not fa sho
Will my shop close down, nigga probably so
But there's gotta be a way, that I can get that do'
[Lil' Keke]
I ain't never had nothing, 'less I got it myself
Being broke and hungry man, yeah it's bad for your health
I'm trying to stay out the heat, cause the sun is blazing
Gotta take it slow, I got a son I'm raising
Ain't nothing promised to you, better reach for the sky
That's the only limit man, time passing us by
Now it's do or die, ain't no bowling it down
Yeah it's been a long grind, but I'm holding it down
Ain't no turning it back, so I devour
All I know is greed, getting money and having power
In this lifetime, I seen it all my man
I'm trying to stash in the country, with some acres and land
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
It's been a tough day, so I'ma blow my wig back
And I ain't got time to bullshit man, I stay on a stack
Where your nuts at, you ain't shit without em
Trying to get up to the top, cause I come from the bottom
It's a sacrifice, that we all gotta make
Gotta get your grind on, come up pounds and cakes
I'ma get mine on, in the city or state
I ain't trying to fall short, I'm putting meat on the plate
I gotta feed shorty, and take care of my boo
Be there for T. Lady, cause she always true
But I'ma hold on, everybody stand tall
And just roll on, you know me and my people
We staying so strong, and it's like that
So if you hit me on the cell, I'll hit you right back
'Fore I let you go, I gotta let you know
Will the streets eat me up, man I don't know, what
[Lil' Keke:]
I get dressed, a quarter to nine ready to shine
Whoever ain't ready, getting left behind
Cause tonight's the night, I get my ball on
22's on my truck, I get my crawl on
Yeah we step in the club, bout to break they neck
Cause we creased and pieced up, everything correct
I'm bout to wreck some'ing, get the place jumping
Niggaz throwing up they sets, got the whole hood pumping
What, everybody wanna riiide
From the East and West coast, to the Dirty Southside
Bitches in the spot, shaking ass galo'
I'm in the VIP, smoking nothing but do'
Gon light one, get the place lit up
Baby shaking that butt, she got a hell of a strut
She's a sex shooter, just looking for fame
Work that ass up and down, go on shake that thang what
[Hook: x2]
Go on, shake some'ing
And if you really feeling good, then go on break some'ing
You got the type of body, make me wanna take some'ing
So won't you hit the dance flo', and go make some'ing and let me make some'ing
[Lil' Keke:]
Raise up off the wall, go on test the flo'
Lil' mama she acting bad, she could sho' get low
I'm bout to put her on the spot, let her make that cash
Cause the tricks in the place, got money to flash
They say the Don in the house, and it's on from there
It's three o'clock in the morning, and we still don't care
Cause they love our wax, on cassette and disc
It's Commission Music Group, and that Avarice
We some hard hitters, from the West and the South
Got ice and plenty rocks, in the front of our mouth
Let's get this party hype, to the break of dawn
It's the Poetic 1, plus the Texas Don
We getting rich worldwide, ain't nothing wrong with that
From the Benz to the Lex, to the brand new Lac
Got your woman showing out, giving all she got
She got bounce in that thang, mayn that girl is hot uh
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
The last verse is worse, just like the first
Stepping up in the club, better watch your purse
Cause the thugs and the G's, just love to rock
And the women back back, till it pop and drop
Get your heart right, cause everything is tight
When we leave the club, we can catch the flight
Cause it's on, hang up the phone and get gone
Po' up the Cristal, take two to the dome
We some outlaws, that the ladies respect
Ain't no haters out of line, cause they all in check
Quit bumping, start dumping
And all the ladies in the place, go on shake some'ing
Get your move on, the way you working that ass
You get your groove on, it's some pimps in the house so get your choose on
If you ain't ready for this
Then put your shoes on, and put your shoes on
[talking]
Southsi' for li', Young Don in the building
My nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it man
This for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set
Get your hustle on, check me out on this one
Get your money mayn, yeah
[Hook x2]
The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake
I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight
On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make
[Lil' Keke]
I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block
I got love for the streets, and gave it everything I got
So fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go off
I need a half or a thang, but it gotta be soft
If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worth
I done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirt
In the trap got lights and water, just to cook to work
Cutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerk
Southside Houston Texas, my niggaz that's where it's at
From fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki's and all that
It's weight by the freight, this the cocaine state
You know it's heavy heavy cake, if it's Texas plate
Big cars big trucks, parked in front of the lot
Come up short more than once, and get the glock in your vault
You know it's open court, so we running fast break
In the hood posted up, cause it's money to make yeah
[Hook x2]
[Chris Ward]
We got hood control, we on hood patrol
While your hood's flooded with silver, our hood is gold
Plus our hood's fa sho, we got weight by the pound
But instead of waiting around, we moving that weight around
With jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the town
So many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain't breaking 'em down
But the very second we do, go to rocking it up
Watch the fiends, cause that's when we go to locking shit up
You see I'm coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller video
Acting real silly for do', (for real) really though
They'll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shit
Open your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hit
Now it's a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dick
While the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks with
So therefore I'll be at my trap, in or out and about
Going hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I'm a hustler
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it real
Got drank weight and pills, at some hell of a deals
I'm trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe Deville
With chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my bills
See whatever I got, gon sell
I got clientele, male or female that want it wholesale
Whether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday Inn
I want mo' mail so go tell, all your friends
I want money and the power, pic-mix and flower
Hard white or yellow, or you can get that powder
My hood (my hood), is infested with thugs
Infested with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs
We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug
And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged
It ain't no love, we feuding like Crips and Bloods
And to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud
[talking:]
Check it out, this a hood classic
We gon do it like this for the ghetto's
And the projects out there, in the world
Feel this here
[Lil' Keke:]
This the shake down, you niggaz break down
This for haters in the world, putting they hate down
We got cake now, sp we step on the scene
Convertible looking clean, got my mug on mean
This is Southside, to the Northside
In the 7-4-5, the beamer be sitting wide
Get my roll on, yeah coast to coast
Like my nigga Big H.A.W.K., I'll butter ya toast
Riding fat sack, I turn my har back
Jamming old school Pat, how you like that
Cause it's drastic, I'ma glass it
This for DJ Screw man, another classic
[talking:]
Check it you know, we gon reach out to all the thugs
All the gangstas all the cut throats, three time felons
Niggaz out there, getting that bread mayn
Getting that cheddar, staying low to the ground
Reall not trying to hear it, you understand
I'ma stay down and get mine, try to stay up on this mic
Go off take it to another level, and get this money you heard
[Lil' Keke:]
A pen and a paper, a stereo a taper
Since 9-blow, I been known to pull a caper
Light it up, and let the chronic gon blow
Creased and pieced up, got the bitch like whoa
I'm popped up, traffic stopped up
This for all young niggaz, getting locked up
Slow ya roll mayn, go on get ya some cash
Be careful up in the city, take your time and mash
This a war zone, get you a cell phone
And if push come to shove, get your bust on
Get your paper the cheese, the feddy I gotta have it
This for my ghetto niggaz, another classic what
[talking:]
Yeah, this for them go-getters out there
You know I'm tal'n bout, them hard borads
That gotta get they card, getting on them planes
Getting on them trains, with that cocaine ya heard
Yeah, this for y'all shaking that ass in that club
Staying up all night, getting them 10's and 20's
Get that money girl, cause I ain't gon give it to ya
Somebody got to do it but not me, go 'head wholay
[Lil' Keke:]
Buckle up knuckle up, when you coming correct
The hood and projects, getting much respect
8100 block, you know we bust back
In the heart of South Park, is where my hood at
But it's all gravy, Will Rush and T-Baby
Knock and Duke and Archie Lee, Hard Head Crazy
Big Sean and them, yeah you know we a G
Joe Boy, Big Chris and that Fruit Fooly
Big up's to Screw, I'ma do what I do
Gotta lay another track, for my nigga Poo-Poo
Hold your head nigga, you know the Lord work his magic
I grab the microphone, and drop another classic what
[talking:]
Yeah, this was some gangsta shit
Just another hood classic, just in the studio tripping
Doing what I do, drop one for the gangstas
Drop one for my block, 8100 Hersche' Texas
Southwest Guerillas, the Tray you know South Park period
You know all over here Sunnyside, Blue Ridge
All my niggaz staying down, ya heard 4th Ward
We gon do this like this here, my niggaz out there on the North
Slim Theezy, them Boyz N' Blue the Bug Unit
Wizzle, C.M.G., Manish, my click you understand
2-2 this how we do it my nigga Russ, T-Baby what it do
Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the Underboss
C.M.G. fa sho
Hit licks for heavy bricks, I get it 14 plain
Coming from out of town, it's gon' be 19 a thang
Rock for rock, zone for zone
Block for block, getting it on till the whole thang gone
I'm a rap star, but I got love for the do
Going hard with the snow, till it ain't no mo'
Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stay stacking
Distribute these goods, and try to ease away from jacking
My neighborhood, it rock like heavy metal
We raised that way, so you can play it on the ghetto
I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice
Keep 17 bricks, in the pissy mattress
H-Town, H-Town, the city of dope
Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat
Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float
My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke
I'm the quarterback, my receiver wide open
For a pass, got the police on D
But shit knowing me, I'ma throw a T.D.
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still cake baking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
You know the streets end up, and I just can't let up
Niggaz falling out of line, man they must catch up
'Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's and presidential suites
All that pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the streets
I do it dirty, the type of work that get a nigga thirty
Birds that get the worm, are the ones up early
It's a hard job, trying to survive the mob
Staying in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed
I got a brick hanging and it's wrapped like a gift
With a poisonous smell, that the dogs can't sniff
Airplanes and trains, mics and cocaine
It's 20 for a show, 20 for a thang
Rapping is beautiful, it got a young nigga shining
But some'ing in my blood, that just keep a nigga grinding
I get's paid, on a regular basis
So many faces, so many places what
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still cake baking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
It ain't no limit to this money, I'm telling you mayn the game funny
Niggaz wasn't with it, till you mention big face hundreds
Get the bricks, load 'em in the train
Load 'em in the submarine, load 'em in the plane
It's in the game, like EA Sports
Slip and get hit with bullets of all sorts
You don't wanna play around with me do ya
Hollow tips shred right through ya treat you like I never knew ya
Behind my work
And I'm always one deep when I do my dirt, the truth hurt
It hit you like a boomerang and come back
Like dope fiends, digging for hard crack
Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine
24/7, 365, I'ma shine
Ice gon' blind, don't make a mistake dummy
And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for real
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still cake baking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
Put it in reverse homie, change da gear
I'm buyin all new whips at da top of da year
I'm a mudafuckin G, did I make that clear
Nigga first I got they hearts, then I stole they ear
So come to Houston, Texas, see who really in charge
It's gon be a lovely sight when I lift da garage
Got da black on black nightmare, bad hoes gon stare
Haters on da sideline tryin get some bus fare
Married to da game, I done made these vowels
In da tinted Avalanche, tryna duck these laws
I'm a certified rebel, Nikes on da pedal
I'm racing up da highway takin steps careful
Lil Ke, Chuck T, is a whole nother level
26's on da truck, I call it heavy metal
Da flow air tight, da jewelry iced right
I gotta send pictures to da g's dressed in white, cause a
[Hook: x2]
1 for da cake, 2 for da bread
I do this for da streets and niggas and da fed
I'm married to da game, it's for better or worst
So you can back that bitch up, homie put it in reverse
Them hoes play neutral, suckas stay behind
Hater on da fist, playin both sides da line
Ain't never fallin off cause I can come right back
As soon as da work delivered I can move that pack
It takes a G to keep grindin, hustle til I die
A pocket full of stacks it's da apple of my eye
Screwed Up Click, and that's a small reminda
Cause it's dirty south bitch, this Texas to Carolina
Sweep da whole globe, big shots to Universal
Sixty minutes flat and do it with no rehearsal
Hit em with a punch line work that jab
Then I shift into reverse and go back to da lab
My mouthpiece so cold, but hot at da same time
Da streets goin crazy and they losin they mind
Cause it's all for da scrilla, I do it for da feddy
[Intro:]
Where the bad bitches at, where the bad bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the bad hoes at, where the bad hoes at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
[Hook: x2]
I'm in hot pursuit, for a prostitute
I like 'em short like 'em tall, like 'em thick and cute
I like 'em jazzy classy, so sophisticated
Nasty attitude, make all the hoes hate it
[Lil' Keke:]
I like 'em jazzy, ready to shine like me
Got her game face on, when she ride with Ke
36-28, when she step on the flo'
Got the tricks going crazy, everywhere she go
She's a head hunter, getting money for real
Make a nigga drop dead, she got looks that kill
Her name Candy, met her down in ATL
I was flossing in the Benz, passing through 112
So I pulled up, as I continued to slide
She told her friend hop in, they was ready to ride
We hit the strip, then I let the bang do the talking
20's looking good, they crawling and moon walking
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
A playa spit game, like the mack I be
She was looking for a pimp, now she working for me
Baby girl don't bar, she a killer fa sho
She already had skills, but I made her a pro
Houston Texas baby, it's time to make that switch
From a certified hoe, to a gangsta bitch
I'm the young Don, and I ain't got nothing to hide
When a bitch work for me, she better do it with pride
So I fired up a square, start thinking bout my feddy
Riding up one deep, got the 4-5 ready
I hit the club, oh yeah she doing her thang
Shooting that good game, representing my name
I got it locked down, on back to Chi-Town
Gotta swim with the big fish, or punk you drown
I'm a gangsta, and that's the way that it go
I'm a certified baller, I don't love no hoe what
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
Now back, to the lecture at hand
She thinking bo-legged, got a hell of a stand
This bitch off the hook, so watch your checkbook
She always on the grind, she'll have you shook
She's a go-getter, every nigga wanna hit her
Spending bundles of cash, trying to get with her
This the episode, where it really get sto'
Airplanes and trains, keep a bitch on the road
It's money making, with no time for the faking
Pyrexes shaking, nothing but ki's baking
They hating, but I'm getting that loot
I got a super bad broad, she in hot pursuit
[Hook]
We gon get em ready to rock (let's let em rock)
Give it up for your city, your sets, hoods and your blocks
We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll)
All our people that be hustling, and trying to make a knot
[Thug Dirt]
We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint
With a strawberry filly, in the Expo getting bent
Got a eight, of that Oh-No
Tell Ro to bring some Sprite, tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do-do
Fa sho keep it real, represent your town
Your cities your states your sets, hoods where you clown
Gangstas get your thug on, pimps get your hoes on
Or riding big 20's, like a school zone
I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro'
Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars, a marble flo'
On the Southside of Houston, you can find me off of Scott
Delivered with heat, that keep the whole hood hot
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
Represent for your city your block, get you a glock
Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop
Gotta hustle and maintain, spit lyrics that bring flames
Refocus your brain frame, this life in the fast lane
Travel the game as a soldier, plus I'm a rich man
Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man
Pound for pound, built this shit from the ground
Any city any town, staying ten toes down
Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3
Paper or change out of range, these niggas know me
Hotter than fish grease, a slice of the big piece
We mobbing in this game, so these haters gon feel me
Pressure don't fade us, these rap hits made us
Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us
Fronting and stunting, better take that mask off
Crush rocks down is the market, a glass house
[Hook x2]
[Z-Ro]
Got soldiers block to block, worldwide connected
Don't mess with the young and the restless, that'll be your exit
Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes
When a nigga be tongue flipping, they say we can't understand you Ro
You niggas listening too slow, cause I ain't gon lie I go off
And I go so hard I see my depth, before I ever go soft
I'm like a walking talking X pill, I rise boys up
But if boys cross me I kidnap boys, and I tie boys up
I'm about my P-A-P-E-R, pulling them C-A-P-E-R's
Still running off in them houses, coming out with TV VCR
Gotta go get it and come back with it, if I can't get it where I'm at
Ery'body everywhere be doing that there, just to keep they pockets fat
In break-yourself Texas, rappers run and receive they do'
Cause niggas with short arms and deep pockets, be CEO
Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it, then you hearing Ro verse
Fuck around and duck when you should of jumped, then you can be in your hearse
[talking]
That light green, got boys head twisted back
We steady rolling up, we getting full of that shit fellas
Studio time, 12 to 12 dropping this hot shit
This for y'all niggaz out there holding and rolling
Shop to shop, do your thang go on shine
[Lil' Keke]
I got to move swiftly, laws wanna get me
Donuts in the parking lot, Ferrari 3-60
I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip
23's-24's, when it's time to dip
When it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill
45's infrareds, with them extra clips
Hit the highway turning, Yokohamas burning
Seat pushed back, as I hold the wood sturning
We holding, we bout to shatter the mix
I got two cars behind me, that's the 5 and 6
And we smoking and drinking, what y'all niggaz thinking
Hit the lot quick, with them park lights blinking
Slow your roll, cause my game's so cold
Ain't no need to trip, mayn we out of control
Plus we sitting on swoll, that's just how we roll
Ship a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold
[Hook]
Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the top
Off the showroom flo', baby straight to the shop
It feel good don't it, and your chick want it
In the whip looking good, 22's on it
Now you crawling, shot calling
Me and my click acting up, man we balling
We do show after show, drop hit for hit
CMG on the rise, and I love that shit
[Lil' Keke]
Ok it's picture perfect, so won't you paint a perfect picture
Four 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit you
I'ma touch a mill ticket, when I drop
Hit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rock
Tell them fake niggaz, that they got to roll out
Walk up in Reliant, and the place sold out
Everytime we do it mayn, you know that's how it go
Boppers going crazy, all in the front row
I gotta let her know, how she work her shit
Lock up on the mic, like a new born pit
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma hold up my spot
Boys running high, when I'm coming out the shop
Let the top drop, like that nigga Pat
Snitches getting killed, drop the bomb on a rat
We do it like that, keep a nigga rolling
Chumps get out of line, Southside still holding, holding
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
Gon pop what you got, gon drop what you got
These thugs be getting hot, wanna touch that spot
Gon work it how it go, gon twerk it how it go
These gangstas up in the place, wanna see you get low
Time to start wrecking, niggaz get to stepping
Never roll your slab, without your automatic weapon
Highway flossing, 23's tossing
Watch yourself, I'm in the back lane crossing
Increase my speed, fire up my weed
Trying to find another corner, and a block to bleed
Drop some salt on the Don, man I wish you would
From the mic to the hood, and it's still all good
[talking]
Screw it up, S.U.C
2003, the Don of the South the Boss of the North
Millennium edition
[Lil' Keke]
You know we draped up and dripped out, y'all boys tripped out
Riding me and 2Pac, gotta have your glock out
Pull it out the stash spot, when I dash out
Me and Slim on the stage, better have your cash out
3 in the morning, and the click still hanging
3:15, you know the trunk still banging
Neighborhood woke up, popped up choked up
Hummer still smoked up, concrete broke up
Time to lay it down, like Big Ball & G
It's the L to the I to the L, to the K to the E to the K to the E
Throw your hood up, this is Texas best
Don't forget wrist lit, with a frosty chest
I'm the total package, like that boy Kobe Bryant
And take the roof off, when I'm rocking Reliant
CMG-Boss Hogg, when we gangsta limping
Southside-Northside, forever we still pimping
[Hook]
Still pimping, Southside fa sho
Still pimping, Northside fa sho
Still pimping, Eastside fa sho
Cause these Southside playas for real, they stay pimping
Still pimping, (Northside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Southside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Westside fa sho)
Cause these Northside playas for real, they stay pimping
[Slim Thug]
3 o'clock in the morning, the party still going
Dro still blowing, the drank still po'ing
H-Town still holding, Slim Thee-Lil' Ke
Fat P-A to the T, we the dangerous three
I represent for my city, rolling on low-pros
From 20's to 24's, or elbows and vogues
We the most chose by hoes, everytime we step out
We rolling to when it slows, everytime we pull out
Know what I'm talking bout, this is H-Town finest
Getting that big cash, putting bullshit behind us
You might find us, pieced up in the club
At least a hundred thugs, deep up in the club
It's the North and the South, the Don and the Boss
If you got what it costs, we gon rock the house
Oh no, there go the Big Unit ripping again
Feeling like I'm Don Juan, when I'm pimping a pen
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
First three of the flow, when it's time to go
In and out the back do', cause we crash the show
One mo' time on the real, ask Manny Shetill
Pistol grip pump, when it's time to trip
Houston Texas is the home, of Lil' Keke the Don
Catch the legend in a throwback, plus Air Force 1's
And I punch in clocks, plus we covered in rocks
Where the thugs where the ballers, representing the block
Big macking no slacking, and the ladies they love it
Me and 2 looking good, showing out in public
Dirty South representing, go on throw up your seed
Pimping pens once again, this is Lil' Keke
Class is now in session... ghetto activity
Dats right... time to raise the garage {Oww} and pull out large
{Ooh ooh}... ha ha... quiet money gangstas baby
{Take it to em baby}... fresh out the driveway
{Take it to em baby, baby}... rollin' n holdin'
[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
You know who it is
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit
[Verse 1:]
I'm a 4th handman, postman calculating plenty paper
The slab full of grass I'm feelin like a landscaper
Old school critical stash and digital dash
71' top down welcome to my history class
The watch real spiffy, the jeans $650
The Lac' Cincinnati Red call it Ken Griffey [Grifffffey]
I'm on them big rims slow down in front of me
Black skin, Yellow Gold, lookin' like a Bumble Bee
Super tight, chrome pipes tell me can u picture this
I'm a show u how to make the slab look ridiculous
The seats perferarted, the wood decorated
My car kill relationships that's why them suckers hate it
I'm in the Welch's Grape Dark Purple if u missed it
Soft leather Light Tan Hungry Jack biscuits
I'm known for holdin' boy rollin' up another kind
Fresh out the shop and on the streets feein blow ya mind
[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
And You know who it is
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit
[Verse 2:]
Chevrolet suburban, 26 perelli tires
It's Charcoal Gray at midnight it hurt ya eyes
Swisha House crime family, H-Town wise guys
The Lexus value meal the rims come supersized
Slab is commercial, the foreign is a posterboard
Ya outta line tryna fix up a Honda Accord
I'm a show u how to pull up in cut a curb
I'm a show u how to make that thang look superb
Grain in ya left fist, cup in ya right hand
Air conditioner on 60 nigga I ain't playin'
In a Fruit Punch Impala, Root Beer Cutlass
Pineapple Cush with the Strawberry Crushes
Mink floors, Black n White feelin' like a Polar Bear
Troopers on the Interstate so I ain't even goin there
Avalanche All Black same color Ashanti's
DTS Cadillac and I don't need company
[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
And You know who it is
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit
[Verse 3:]
Graduated too kool, comin' outta slab school
Hit the black top in watch out for the damn fool
I'm switchin' gears and pullin' off on the regular
15's bangin' baby don't call it cellular
Ain't no Noss because it's touch screen new
It's spaceage visual it all equal blue
Boys playin catch up, welcome to Millenium
7 figure hot rods and cozy condomeniums
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I'm a show ya how to make the slab look ferrocious
I'm a make' em fold, then teach' em hold
Then I might just pull up ridin' Rolex Gold
[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
You know who it iiiiiiiiis
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
[talking:]
Uh yeah, I told you niggaz I had PS2 clarity on tracks
It's Young Fever and Worm, the million dollar connection
Uh you fucking with Presidential, Commission Music Group
And most of all Ghetto Dreams baby, how you think about that one uh
[Hook:]
Presidential, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Commission Music, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be fucked with
You come playing games with us, you out of luck bitch
Presidential, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Commission Music, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be fucked with
You come playing games with us, goodbye
[Kevo:]
I always had a vision, that I would count cash like the government
A attitude like they like it, I'm fucking loving it
I never fronted niggaz on credit, cancel that brother shit
Hover around another strip playa, you on that other shit
If there's cash outside my set, then I'ma cover it
Beef I put that shit off in the skillet, and smother it
I promised myself to love, not a nan 'nother bitch
I'm a pimp, I will make a hoe house out of covenant
Niggaz fuck around with Fever, and Kevo gon thump ya
In all black, pop right out of the hedges and bump ya
I rack stats and shots and assists, like original Rucker
Your destination is hell, cause heaven don't want ya
They gon find you with your body in the car, head in a dumpster
Hate the flame or the game, cause it plays in a monster
Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa
Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
With a full head of steam, and a hell of a team
Ghetto Dreams, is a money making machine
I'm chasing a dream, like Karl Malone chasing a ring
By any means, a must that I get this cream
Get that do', and spit that sickening flow
The C.E.O., and you ought to see me flow
You Gusto, the dude from CB4
And with that flow, your shit won't make it out the sto'
On tracks I'm a creature, I'm a smashing feature
Feel these hard 16's, coming through your speakers
I can teach ya, every aspect of the game
From putting it all together, to putting it in them chains
I'm talking change, in large amounts
Coming straight from the streets, to them corporate accounts
That's what counts, and any nigga willing to bet
Who the hell said a thug, can't be an exec
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
Commission Music, call me the franchise player
Touring city to city, with my C's in the air
Done seen plenty battles, 'fore I came out the hood
And I still lead my team, like a quarterback should
And we ain't to be fucked with, we worser than S.W.A.T.
Every year two or three niggaz, on the streets get shot
It's the Young Don nigga, on a hell of a job
Thanks to C.M.G. bitch, we the new black mob
This for the family, so it's mostly for wealth
I started my own label, then I signed myself
You know the street sweepers sweep, on a late night creep
One thang about a killer, he bring it just where you sleep
And it's 7-1-3, my nigga we still holding now
Still pimping bitches, my game is called polar bear
Multiplying game, get cash any and everywhere
Busting off talk, my pistol play is never fair
[talking:]
Yeah, it's my life man that's right
I'ma do, a lil' some'ing like this here
[Hook:]
I got one life, to try to live
And I'ma take care of that, with my wife and my kids
I got one life, to try to live
And I'ma stay on my knees, so the Lord can give
I got one life, to try to live
Got me thinking bout the days, when I couldn't pay my bills
I got one life, to try to live
I gotta get it while it's good, baby that's on the real
[Lil' Keke:]
This my life man, fuck the do's and dont's
Let me live how I please, let me do what I want
This my first time, trying to have me some'ing
I was told when I was young, I was good for nothing
I got a son now, my life is more than that
He's just three turning fo', but I love that cat
I gotta step it up, cause it's time to be a man
Got the whole wide world, sitting right in my hand
Gotta go for it, I gotta keep kicking
Gotta take it to the max, ain't no bullshitting
I gotta smoke some'ing, to keep my mind straight
Concentrate on my grind, so I can get that cake
I came so far, and the journey's still on
27 years old, and I'm finally grown
I get upset, but I be holding my head
Steady thinking bout my niggaz, locked up in the FED
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
Sometimes I think and guess, then I follow through
Then I step up to the plate, and try to do what I do
Another life time, for me to see what I see
All I know is getting bread, taking care of my T
It's the year 2-3, live my life as a G
In the mirror see the man, that I'm suppose to be
I ain't mad at ya, cause I know what it take
Niggaz smiling in my face, but they keeping it fake
That's alright though, I'm trying to stay low
Get my cheddar make it better, cause I'm so cold
It's a nightmare, better wake up and scream
In the bed while you sleeping, looking straight for a dream
I ain't gon give it up, so I'ma stay tough
My mama didn't raise no punk, so I'ma stay rough
I make a sacrifice, for the kids and wife
Letting the whole world know, that it's just my life
[Hook x2]
Yeah [x4]
[talking]
Check the game, we gon do it like this
For the 2 triple 3, alright
[Lil' Keke]
Hold up a minute, and let me mash it
Give me a check, and I'll cash it
It's all about the cream, and getting paid you see
I'm from the fourth largest city, called 7-1-3
This is O Town, where niggaz be getting smoked down
Catch me next summer, I'm chilling down in your town
For real, signing a major deal
All I wanna do is relax, and make my mills
[Hook x2]
How many niggaz, be getting they crush on (crush on)
When the FED's is coming, you get your rush on (rush on)
Life is gravy, I'm on the come up (come up)
If you think it's a game, then go on run up (run up)
[Lil' Keke]
Where them go-getters, not them bullshitters
Talking certified soldiers, them lick hitters
You know every year, we gonna roll new whips
Gangstas, thugs and them Bloods and Crips
We on the bottom, trying to make it to the top
Shaking the FED's, trying watch out for crooked cops
I'm loaded, full of Hen and dank
Going 80 on the freeway, I'm wasting my drank
I need a Hotel, with a woman to match
In a 600 Coupe, when it's time to scratch
So I'm crawling, and the rain is falling
One thing fa sho mayn, forever we balling
We stay fly, and we stay high
Got the answer to the game, like that A.I
It's the come up, so don't run up
And the ki's in the kitchen, man they done up
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
Last but not least, bank accounts increase
Trying to get to the cheese, to my life deceased
On the cool, when it's time to swing
Got them bricks to the ceiling, stand tall as Yao Ming
How you like that, better get back
Stash and put away, for some mo' stacks
This the street game, are you ready my man
Get your bread get your money, get a hell of a plan
Poetic 1, yeah this your nigga Lil' Ke
Avarice representing, with that CMG
We could never stop, with no motherfucking plexes
All respect due, to the city Houston Texas
[talking]
Southside, the land of milk and honey baby
Real niggaz getting money baby, respect that
Broke niggaz, get somewhere only the strong survive
All about that paper baby, we want it
[H.A.W.K.]
Money by the tons, weed in my lungs
Switch blades and guns, niggaz don't want none
This is the Dirty, the land of the birdie
Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty
You heard me, yeah we get that do'
Sell out and resco', and then get some mo'
And also, we spit that amazing flow
Ask me what I'm hitting fo', I want ten a show
[Lil' Keke]
Niggaz up in the gutter, they do it for white and butter
They stretching it like it's rubber, the ghetto a motherfucker
Ducking the undercover, FED's they trying to smother
Got taps up on your mother, your sister and baby brother
Working in closed do's, walking on tip toes
And these zeros, processing these kilos
Scratching for chips and cheddar, making a cookie buck
Gangstas up in the hood, we get it no matter what
[Hook x2]
When it's on in the hood, you feel it deep in your gut
Gangstas gon hold it down in the streets, no matter what
Packages by the hour, my nigga we get it early
Grind and get your cash, this how we do it in the Dirty
[H.A.W.K.]
This right here, gon squash all the rumors
Satisfy consumers, and cause some brain tumors
Our boy's a late bloomer, but now of excel
Local to worldwide, expanding like Nextel
Niggaz hoping I fail, but I raise hell
In the shit I sell, quickly moves off the shelves
I'm a hood nigga, up to no good nigga
Hood nigga, I wish you would nigga
Eleven-nine-eleven, nigga that's what's up
I'm strolling the cut, pinky suits and all black Chucks
You gotta have nuts, cause gangstas gon hold it down
Saturating the town, white tan or brown
Bricks of pounds, you bumping get hit with rounds
Kicked around, fuck around and get beat down
Cause it's money to be made, on my side of town
If you ain't getting money, you better move around
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
Niggaz out here faking, and hating on my ability
All type of weapons and guns, in facility
Niggaz out here bumping they gums, it's really killing me
Gangstas representing in the hood, I know you feeling me
Off top, this how the work gon get handled
Snatching from the po', when they cross the ship channel
Quick nigga, and I ain't got time to think
Only dates matter now, it's the first and fifteenth
And it's casualties in war, ain't no friends in money
Everybody's all good, when the days is sunny
But I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Multiply and add, trying to raise up my pay
This one for the fam, so I hold shit down
Worldwide round the globe, but it's still H-Town
This is for the hustlers, I know you heard me
Wrecking 2K4, straight up out the Dirty
Yeah
I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat
A million dollar crook from a Southside set
As I proceed to break out, I'm fierously demonstratin'
On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin'
Relax your mind, as I restarce the prey
Ascroociate pain, givin' left for game
Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise
Niggas get bigger, but my glock same the same size
I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas
Cause as the swain glass, able to mash class
Your ass is grass, if you in that black mass
Future present past, another'll beat his ass
I'ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustler
Quick to break up a busta, so what's up motherfuckers
I ain't makin' no bargains, no deals or no plea
Stayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' me
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize
On the Southside, we be hittin' licks
Nine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricks
Tricks be hatin', feds got my phone tapped
Loaded glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped
I black on blaze, swang freeze to floss those
Coast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros
A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack
Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack
The shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flip
The answer when you trip is a flime in a clip
I tip a hater, just like he's a waiter
A polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator
Heart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopper
Southside representin', pops up on the chopper
Open your eyes you face to face with a g
Give the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' me
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize
Now we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in work
The L-i-l K-e and this nigga named D
Back up ain't no mistakin', it's money we makin'
Put all drama on hold until the record make dough
So far so good, ain't no complaints in Herschelwood
Same things in my hood, it's understood
When the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'all
And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all
Somebody said to me "Whatever you do just keep it tru
Make your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you"
Flashin' gold cash in them hoes face
Nobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchase
Poetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbow
Noticin' how the game go, I puts it down so
You got beef then bring your beef hardrugged
From the streets of hard knocks, the way you g's love it
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
[Billy Cook]
Watch out, Southside is coming through
This year, we gon shiiine
Watch out, C.M.G. is coming through
I swear, it's our tiiime [x2]
[Hook x2]
Get your shine on, and get your grind on
And don't you ever stop getting it, until your time gone
Don't fall for anything, ok you gotta stand for something
(we come up out the hood, and we ain't never had nothing)
[Lil' Keke]
They throw us crumbs in the hood, trying to cheat us to bleed us
On the streets we done seen, everythang but Jesus
If the Lord stay the same, we'll be rich in the game
These haters they did it all, they got theyselves to blame
I ain't never had nothing, I said it from the beginning
Losses ain't in the plan, we hustlers scheming and winning
And they looking at us funny, like we country and crazy
But daddy he been gone, lil' sister a crack baby
If you ain't selling rocks, then you smoking the cheese
The laws they steady spread, like a bad disease
It's a hundred degrees, and it's hot no doubt
And the road to the top, man it's so far out
From the ki's to the thieves, man the hood all in it
Gotta grind with your time, your shine come in a minute
Cause the gutter on the way, I swear we still pumping
You boys got me wrong, cause I'm standing for something come on
[Hook x2]
[Cory Mo]
If you done been broke befo', then you know what the deal is
You know the fake folks, and you know who the real is
From the state of Texas, to wherever you live is
I don't know if you stopped hustling, but I'm still is
And ain't nobody, bout to tell me otherwise
Cause I stand for some'ing, unlike them other guys
Running off at the mouthpiece, spitting and talking live
Lying straight through they teeth, dry hating and talking down
If you ain't bout stepping, your grind game up
You can save us both some time, by keeping your mouth shut
I'm a hustler homie, you's a fake and a phony
How can you look off in that mirror, at your face every morning
Get you some pride, respect the game and keep striving
And never let the next man, keep you from climbing
I'ma tell it how it go, not how you want it to be
It's your boy Cory Mo, Big Hawk and Lil' Ke
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
I ain't never had nothing, and I speak the truth
A hundred percent truth, and I'm living proof
Ain't flew the Coupe, had dreams of shooting hoops
I had to regroup, cause pop's was a nincumpoop
Here's the scoop, the head of the troops so my H groups
Are Snoop in a Coupe, and I wanted his loot
Start spitting in a booth, cause I wanted to shine
Vocab and punchlines, I was ahead of my time
I'm like the sun in your face, pull down your visor
Check the levels on your bass, and your equalizer
I'ma surprise ya, when I shoot up like a geyser
A tad bit wiser, plus a nigga spitting that fire
I'ma grind nigga
And for my nigga Fat Pat, I'ma shine nigga
And I know right now, it's my time nigga
I done waited my time, give me mine nigga-give me mine nigga
[Billy Cook]
Watch out, Southside is coming through
This year, we gon shiiine
Watch out, C.M.G. is coming through
I swear, it's our tiiime
Never-never, never gonna [x3]
[Hook]
We hustling, we grinding
We shining, never gonna give up
We strolling, we rolling
We holding, never gonna give up
They faking, they hating
They waiting, never gonna give up
We tripping, no slipping
My click, ain't never gonna give up
[Lil' Keke]
I take a second to cash a second to mash, a minute to flash
A hour to smash, a second to blast
So at last, switch the gear work the touch
Grab the stick press the clutch, man what's up
Gotta get it all, stay focused and never fall
Walks up the stairway, with placks on the wall
Money standing tall, you know tall as Yao Ming
Minding my bidness, is a dream like Ikeim
CMG we true, only real I trust that
Shooting a couple of slugs, just to see you bust back
CD's underground, and the bricks we banking
You come up stinking, fucking with my Franklins
So I go FED, get money and stand strong
Stay on my game, press the pedal and get it on
It's my fault, that I ain't did it befo'
Treat the cash like a drive through, I get it to go
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
The hood don't ever change, the ghetto'll stay the same
Killing's and drug dealing's, yeah they giving us the pain
Yeah we hard now, never flip-flop
Never snitch on the gang, cause it don't stop
This the family, you know the ones that say they love me
The ones that's staying down, when the shit looking ugly
On a different page, together up on the stage
With the 4-5 cocked mine, ready to blaze
Pumping the gauge loading the K, ready to spray
Ripping the scene, AR-15
And we vest up, my killas rest up
Now they running and hiding, cause they done messed up
But I'ma stay low, hitting licks and getting do'
Do a 360 turn, try to earn some mo'
Fire up the endo, when it's time to blow
Crank up the L-I, when it's time to go cause
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
Niggas get to' down, up on the low down
Cause they be playing these games, they need to slow down
You know it go down, niggas ain't tripping no mo'
They be kidnapping kids, roaches all at your do'
All on your flo' looking for work, searching for dirt
Clutching the heat ready to squirt, looking to hurt
Looking for cash, but I'll never lag
Ready to plug a hole, in a motherfucking fag
Everyday is the same thang, living the fast lane
You hustle and struggle to bubble, but you maintain
Late show, and I'ma stay on the grind
It's all gravy, we don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking
We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning
I'm the ghetto superstar from the city of H-Town
Rugged smile to this prepare to bow down
I thank the lord for giving a slice of the pie
Cause that's the M-O the N-E and don't ask Y
It might be different time zones connections and situations
But what would this world be without a heavy rotation
I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96
97-9, I'm a shine count down on time
I'm in your city and state, and in your hood
In your face once again forever it's understood
State to station, and we wrecking the radio
We cooking the airwaves to Don and Z-Ro
Too many haters be offending me
I'm not gone let them get to me, Z-Ro forever meant to be
So cold I'm a igloo cool up as hot as a fire
And ain't gone never retire, stay active like a live wire
One of the Southside soldier from across the bricks to boulder
We gone get you if we owe you, again I already told you
Ready to roll the real, giving us something they gone feel baby
No rotation but minorities blame me daily maybe
I just might not stop because we keep on rocking
Might be drought season round here but see we keep on clocking
We done got our hands dirty now we resting them down
Radio friendly got the whole listening now
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's R-E-S-P-E-C-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
Sipping, smoking relaxing a player stay maxing
What's happening, they want to hear it back to back
For the pimps in the back still dig us they push lacks
For the niggas riding Benz, the thugs that flip trucks
Double deuces on them thangs popped up with new bump
This the episode, where CMG crawling down
Niggas clear the road, this whole thang gone explode
Now do it live, and all the lyrics I be spitting it be Texas pride
You know it's world wide, so won't you keep it crunk
And energy bring it back but you can put this in your trunk
The radio ain't play enough you know that's what they want
And give it up, on the game, and I just don't, and I just won't nigga
We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking
We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning
Turn it up and keep it spinning till you kissing baby
Personal time it turn to grind so I'm busy daily
Out of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky
It's just because I want attention when I'm sliding by
Medium heavy guess I'm ready to rotate like skittles
The album Z-Ro up in this game, punk I'm not a beginner
I'm a veteran, exceteran ain't stopping a head rush
When I'm letting my lead bust, you getting your head bust
Verbally rappers don't worry me I'm holding my own
Like a drug when I steal them leave them fuck high and stoned
That boy Z-Ro and Lil Ke, we be working the mouth piece
When I throw this focus from up north they down to south east
Mo City and Hershewood we hooked up to get paid
Flipping a target dropping the musical bomb rolling deflate
Is it the payola that they looking for
Trying to keep me in the kitchen rather see me selling dope
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
[talking:]
Uh that's right, we back in the building nigga
Young Fever Presidential, 1-8-7 Presidential
H-A-Dub, courtesy of Ghetto Dreams nigga uh
We got diamonds, the size of you niggaz eyes this time
It's VS2 Clarion on this one, we bout to fuck the club up
[Hook: x2]
Go on mix it up (yeah), go on twist it up
If you in the club fucked up, holla (hell yeah)
I'm talking Henn and Hypnotic, hydro and chronic
Mugging a motherfucker, screaming (we don't care)
[Kevo:]
Hate me when I skate up to the club, with a bug on my wrist
Custom six overload, no Crys
I came to throw some bows and break a nose, where my bitches and sixes
I see you motherfuckers outside, whistling and tipsy
Bitch you bouncing with your mouth wide, and mix on your kidneys
I'm worser than Ike and Bobby, beating Tina and Whitney
I hold three X and dro, feeling oh so woozy
Popped a bag of broad at the bar, and gon bruise it
Who party like we do shit, nobody
My niggaz in the club, from Saturday to Friday
Bum rush the bar, trample over feet
And to you niggaz play it sweet, or get put to sleep
You gotta love it, when these niggaz play corporate
Until that metal open up they chest, and they stop just forfeit
You don't want this desert eagle, in your face
And act like that drank on that bar, nigga stay in your place and
[Hook x2]
[Lyrical 187:]
I'ma fall up in the place, with my mug twisted up
Straight shots of Henny, plenty hoes wanna fuck
Bitch niggaz around me, with they nuts swolled up
This new nigga on the block, got your spot sewed up
1-8-7 the Lyrical Presidential, high roll
Put that diamond in your tooth, on the flo' (hell yeah)
We tear the club up, niggaz throw your thug up
Bitches show your thong, acting like you scared take your ass home
I'm fucked up off dro and drank, calling niggaz to the bank
Seeing how many gon ride, I see the panic in they eyes
You don't want no problems dog, I just came to chill with y'all
Show you how real niggaz ball, they don't give a fuck
Three way pimp action, after hour in the Clutch
Slut chasing in the parking lot, dodging the butts
1-8-7, Young Fever and the H-A-Dub-K
Presidential, Ghetto Dreams and them boys don't play
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm at the club fucked up, in my pick-up truck
Fresh dressed, looking like a million bucks
I hit the dutch, then climb out the truck
Old school Chucks, walking with a gangsta strut
You can swear that I'm playing, for the Stanley Cup
I'm so iced up, just missing the hockey puck
I'm sipping on Hypnotic, feeling pshycotic
Good weed I got it, trying to see who bought it
Girls getting erotic, shaking ass and tits
They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick
Them girls so slick, with that famous rhyme
I ain't a groupie, I don't do this all the time
Lil' mama stop lying, cause I could really care less
I'm really not impressed, and all I want is sex
So baby what's next, are you going my way
Another notch on the belt, for the H-A-W-K
[Lil' Keke]
Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........
[Juvenile]
My nigga,my motherfuckin',my wodie-May'ron
My people like used to be runnin' with up in uptown
What I see now the game ain't for me to be in
So I'm pretend cause niggas can't (?) (?)
Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings
Cause niggas trippin' they really think that they could win
I ain't wit dat, I'ont even want em' around
I'm a 2x loser, one more time they go around me
[Baby](Lil' Keke)
Wodie, platinum pieces increases
Nigga we the Denver Broncos of this rappin' season
Fuck dapters,Clappin season
Nigga wanna be a baller..playboy in nappy season
I'm the motherfuckin' shot caller
CMB be the reason we toting they heads makin' money
We cooking bacon,fuck the bullshit we money makin''
Bitch nigga daughter breakin'
Put yo money on the table playboy
You can't fake it (Wodie)
How we luv that?
(Metalic Voice)
(These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it
These are the Hot Boys if not they'll take it,shake it
These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it
These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make em,break it)
[Turk]
I just don't give a fuck either I live or I die
Until then I'm going all out and don't ask why
Untamed guerilla,hard head and don't listen,
Magnolia soldiers standing black two pistols by myself
When I come and get ya
When I'm full of that dope nigga,I'ma split ya
Lil' Turk bout gun play and any day nigga whatever
Light or daytime it really don't matter
I'm a Hot Boy fo' sho'
I'm bout' riding, I leave yo head bust nigga
When I start Firing
[Lil' Keke']
Wodie,Woody,Wodie
All the playas in th club-try to bounce to dis
Throw yo roley in the air-smoke an ounce to dis
Its Lil' Keke comission out so lonely CMG's
And now Cash Money,now u hoes feeeling me?
Its going now from Michi to Uptown wit clowns
Smoke a pound e-ve-ry these haters they buying out
When I come around ,I know a scene wit bassment
Strictly paper chasing
Indo we raising, for info we wrote it in pens wit green letters
With tha tasting it's (?) Blue or Gold or better it's whatever
Creeping the pen-a freestyle
That's a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile
If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake
Lil' keke and the Hot Boys
We some worldwide players from the dirty south
Diamonds,Gametes and rocks all up in my eye
This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed
And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...nigga
Woody Wodie Woody.......
(Shake it mama
Shake it papi 4X)
[talking]
Young Don, it's been a long time man
Loved by few that's right, get your money man
Hated by so many, Southside C.M.G., one time
[Lil' Keke]
Made a lot of wrong turns, cause the road was dark
When the money all gone, it's just pride and heart
Understanding is the key, but niggaz don't understand
At the end of the day, my brother you're still a man
Smile for me, my homie smile for me
People acting like I owe em, and that's why to me
I got love for my boys, my niggaz we all grown
I can't kick it like I use to, my family is sitting home
I speak with the truth, it's foremost and formal
Welcome to my world, where the stress is normal
My life in trying to grind, is difficult I ain't lying
I don't know where I would be, without the weed sometimes
Respect my mind, and I'll respect your game
Keep it real in the field, my nigga I'll do the same
The grease on the ground, they waiting for me to fall
Just call it what you want, cause I can't please 'em all
[Hook x2]
I came from the bottom to get it, this what I got
I'm sticking to the plan my man, like it or not
Enemies with greed and foes, I got plenty
I'm loved by few, but hated by so many
[Lil' Keke]
You don't like me for this, you don't like me for that
They don't like me cause I'm rich, they don't like me cause I'm black what
It's my life, I can't change everyday
I done traveled so far, and it's still a long way
Sometimes keeping it real, will get you left behind
Sometimes keeping it real, will have you signed for time
Use to think for the streets, then react with my gun
Was a young black man, now I'm trying to raise one
The good die fast, the devil he work slow
How you gon hate a man, that you barely even know
I look the other way, turn my head
Instead, they'd rather see me broke or even dead
I ain't scared, even though the game is deep
Niggaz steady doing dirt, like the Lord asleep
I'ma sit back be me, and try to do what I do
Cause it's one thang for sho mayn, I'm loved by few
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
My loyalty is true, I'm trying to pull us through
But trying to be a rap star, ain't nothing easy to do
What you getting out your life, man it's all on you
And today's hustle game, it's just so brand new
Inhale exhale, grab the pen and paint it
Find a nitch in the game, you hold and maintain it
Mama fainted, she cried when she heard the news
Baby boy signed a deal, guess he paid his dues
For the spectators, it was sooner or later
Skater, don't cost you nothing to be a hater
I came from the bottom, but the bottom too crowded
Map to the top, packed up and rerouted
Fam on the line, so my blood is expected
Mash right pass, till you boys respect it
A seven figga nigga, all the way from a penny
I was loved by few, I was hated by many
[Chorus:]
I'm a pimp, I walk with a limp
I step inside Papadeaux, eating on shrimp
I'm a baller, lane to lane crawler
Clarion faller, candy roll hogger
I'm a pimp, I walk with a limp
I step inside Papadeaux, eating on shrimp
I'm a grinder, that's why I'm a shiner
I left behind whiners, to be a big timer
[Lil Keke:]
Here comes the Houston hustler man, it's time to get your game on
Hit the block rolling hard, and get my swang on
Pop the trunk marvalade, I don't play
I ride 24's, later on that day
I'm at Maxi, vale'd parked on Saturday night
Sipping on muddy Sprite, looking for something tight
On chrome, blowing the smoke off in my dome
Banging and looking good, I'm jamming on Mike Jones
Floss mode, I'm leaning and feeling thoed
Choking and getting blowed, while I hold
Man it's fa sho come on, and we killing the scene
I'm a throwback gangsta, a underground king, yeah
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones:]
I'm growing like Rogain, took over your hoe mayn
In seven months, Mike Jones took over the whole game
See while you niggaz at home trying to hate
Y'all need to step up to the plate
Cause I ain't about to feed y'all, I'm about lead y'all
I bleed the block and stack a knot, when laws get hot I shake the spot
I show the rocks and hoes bop, and they ain't even seen my drop yet
Princess cuts, channel sets and baguettes on wrist and neck
The mic I wreck, so now a lot of people show respect
All plexers, my Lexus is done
Keke, now the whole world wanna see me
You see I grind to stay paid, no time for minimum wage
A Escalade got it sprayed, cause we young made and paid
I lay on white butter, my ice'll make you stutter
I'm young local and gutter, but thoed as a motherfucker
My album, Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album, Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
[Hook]
[Paul Wall:]
Look here, you can tell from the way that I dress
BVS cover my chest, nothing less than the best
Don't compare me to the rest, cause I'm one of a kind
You can tell that I'm a baller, by the way I shine
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
So I hustle and grind, 99 percent of the time
If you looking for a playa, I'm the best you'll find
My conversation and punch lines, are one of a kind
All drinks on me, when I'm at Cabo's
It's playas get chose, so I'm surrounded by hoes
When I'm in the parking lot, you know how that goes
I got my trunk is out, to them my speakers exposed
Lord knows that I'm a hustler, I was born to ball
It's Paul Wall big swangas, when you see me crawl
Nine inch frame, 24 inches tall
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (That's Right)
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (Hey Hey)
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (I'm a G)
Gots To Be A G(I'm a G)Till The Day That I Die
[Lil Keke:]
I Gots To Be A G
Reall Niggas Stand Up
O Gs Stand Up
Cromes The Bridge Nigga
I Come For Nothin
Lord Have Mercy
Momma Done Raised A Real Thug
Me And My Daddy Cool But He Showed Me Tough Love
15 I Was Ass out Gettin Grown
By This Time My Old Man Had Been Moved On
Momma Could'ntDrive So She Didn't Have A Car
And I Could Still See Ma T-Lady Walkin Far
Sweat On Her Face Purse And A Grocery Bag
Me And My Sister Shyet That's All We Ever Had
Stuck Ma Chest Out And Became The Man Of The House
Now I'm The Bread Winner Go Get It at any Cost
Flippin Burgers Washin Cars And Cuttin Yards
I Graduated To Cookin soft and Sellin' Hard
High Skool It's Over With
I'm On A Path To Mo Hoes Mo Dough And A New Slab
I'm a B G Hard Headed So Fly
But I'm a Gangsta And like this Till I Die
Kno Wut I'm Sayin?
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (Pruuuuu)
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (Wut It Dew Homeboi)
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (Wuts Da Bidness)
Gots (Keke) To Be A G Till The Day That I Die (It's Big Homie Stunna Nigga We In The Buildin)
Gots To Be A G
Real Niggas Stand Up
Gots To Be A G
O Gs Stand Up
Gots To Be A G
I'm Still Here
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
[Birdman:]
U Kno Wut It Is Homeboi
I Say Ma Hood Is A Mess
The OGs done Got Dressed, with they red
They heard the lil homie got Wet
So The A Ks Sprayin Blood
For The Young Blood
You Kno Us Nigga
It's Ridin In Us
We Fly 25s On Them New Trucks
We High Till We Die
You Can't See Puffs
G 4 Burnin Purple Bush
On That Cush
Leanin On That Lean
And Them Guns Stay Put
Stuntin on them bitches
In God we trust
I'll ink my whole body I don't give a mutha fuck
We Did The New Grill
Iced Out Block Cut
Like Father Like Son
Reall Niggas Stand Up
I'm Wall Paper Dawg
I Hustle In The Fog
Slept With The Gater
Roll With Gorillas
Built real niggas
A Cash Money Nigga
Young Money Nigga
We The Real Go Gettas
Believe Dat
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
Gots To Be A G
Real Niggas Stand Up
Gots To Be A G
O Gs Stand Up
Gots To Be A G
I'm Here Nigga
Gots To Be A G(Haha)Till The Day That I Die
[Lil Keke:]
Fuck A Daploma
I'm smuthered in the Dro aroma
Still On Probation
If I piss then I'm a gonner
Catch A Pistol Case Before I Leave It At The Crib
Welcome to Herschel Wood
Souljas Get It How They Live
A Million Blocks
But They All End At One Road
The Streets A Muthafuckin Ride Till The Car Expload
Niggas Loose Your Vest I'm Takin Head Shots
Fuck A New Story
Evidence and sub plots
Preasure Bust A Pipe
Kept It Real And Stayed At It
Them Ol Snitch Niggas
Know the game and still ratted
I'm At The Weed House With 20 Bags And 3 For 10
I had a closed mind
Wouldn't Listen Back Then
Stuck In One Spot
Trynna Learn To Manage Money
Fuck dem Air Jordans
The Sky Ain't For Ever Sunny
Keep A Full Clip
Jackers Might Wanna Visit
I'm a G Chasin Down
The Same Meal Ticket
Kno Wut I'm Sayin? (Dats Rite)
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
(I Gots To Be A G)Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die(Real Talk)
Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die
Gots To Be A G
O Gs Stand Up
Gots To Be A G
Cromes The Bridge Nigga
Gots To Be A G
I Come For Nothin
I Gots To Be(Haha)A G Till The Day That I Die
[1 Da Boy]
I got a little trouble on my chest, right now
Mark ass niggaz, don't wanna let me go round
What's wrong you mad, because I'm on feet now
Fucking around with this, will get you killed uh-huh
Now that's gangsta, that's the only way I say it
I say it because I mean it, and I'm meaning what I said
Y'all niggaz don't really want, trouble from me
I catch you young pimp, and break both of your feet
Make you sniff paint thinner, till your nose start to bleed
And if you still talking shit, I'll break both of your knees
I'm a Downtown soldier, from the hood of the 3
Where fake niggaz get cut, like a shirt with no sleeves
Cause that's me, pushing a big body U-V
And that's me, keeping the spot H-O-T
And that's me, I represent that A-V-A-R-I-C-E whooo
[Hook x2]
I use rhymes my nigga, to express myself
It all comes to the line, when I'm by myself
It's do or die right now, cause I'm for myself
We slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself
[Lil' Keke]
Where my down South soldiers, lightening up doja
1 Da Boy, Lil' Ke man I swear we done told you
The streets is dangerous, better pack your weapon
Nobody got a gun, then your click half stepping
Texas Mafia, nobody is stopping you
You better slow your role, cause my killas is watching you
Herschel Wood to the Tre, collecting pay
How they ride AK's, stay prepared to spray
And the street sweeper, hits so deeper
Writing bar after bar, cause the words reach you
Verbal assassin, you know the flow be blasting
I wanna get my bread, is all I'm asking
Respect the G-Code, Lil' Ke so cold
Trying to get my loot, cause it's right up the road
No time to be wasting, my bad fa sho
Like Christopher Wallace, I love the do'
[Hook x2]
[1 Da Boy]
Be wise each nigga like me, show up
I told them boys, that 1 Da Boy gon blow up
But them haters didn't like that, true that
Sell a million copies, I lay em over blue dat
I ain't bringing my style, I ain't bringing my skills
But I got the skills, to pay my whole click bills
Now what's the deal punk, you got beef let me know
1 Da Boy kicking in your front, and your back do'
I ain't no punk mark, bitch, hater or a hoe
If you aggravate my mind, your head slammed to the flo'
Cause I'm a hard hitting thug, that's about my scrill
Always scheming in my brain, how to make a quick mill
Now what's the deal, I'm keeping it low but real steel
1 Da Boy on top, of the world now do you feel
The hits that I spit, on this track support shit
Avarice taking over, ain't no and, if's or misses
[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip
You gotta watch 'em man, these hoes a trip what
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip what
Check it, you gotta watch 'em you gotta watch em
[Lil' Keke:]
Let me tell you a story, bout this chick I know
Think I met lil' mama, couple of months ago
Had a bright complexion, a nice lil' chick
Bout 135, stood about 5"6'
Ok I stepped to her, I know I really wanna do her
But I'ma check her out, before the Don try to screw her
She jazzy, she got the walk and talk
Tell a straight faced lie mayn, without getting caught
Ok just peep game, she thought she had a playa lame
Tried to play a nigga close, tried to hustle my fame
I took a closer look, it;s time to hold up and stop
Wanna eat ball and shop, but then play with the cock what
[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip
On the real mayn, these hoes a trip look
That's right come on, come on
That's right, come on
[Lil' Keke:]
Now check this other broad, it ain't no sense in being fraud
This young lady was hard, had to give her her card
On the first date, she was talking bout now
Trying to get some cheap prices, on a brick and a half
She was airplane slow train, cocaine getter
Invited me to the crib, so I passed by and hit her
She checked out decked out, shit up in line
Two story travel garage, this bitch on the grind
Bout three months done passed, and now she say she love me
Gave her a few bricks, she hit some quick stangs for me
Sophisticated hood bitch, like none other
So never judge a book, by it's motherfucking cover what
[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip come on
Check the status man, these hoes a trip what
Here we go now, here we go
Yeah here we go now, what
[Lil' Keke:]
I got this other freak, thick hips and thighs
She's a head hunting soldier, with no surprise
Get her cash on, cause her parents use to spoil her
Love rubbing my body, like massage parlor
When I'm all in her world, she say daddy I feel ya
Sex and round ass, you know that thong material
Out the suburbs, but she bubble her herb
Down to get it busy, on the side of the curb
She's a city slicker, and she steady getting thicker
The kind on the grind, gotta have the money quicker
Off the rip, you know she looking for a tip
I swear on my life mayn, these hoes a trip what
[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie mayn, these hoes a trip come on
Check the status mayn, these hoes a trip what
Here we go now, here we go
[talking:]
Yeah you know, this here just a lil'
Game for my real niggaz out there getting it mayn, you understand me
You know, do whatever you gotta do to survive baby
But be safe in them streets mayn, well my nigga Keke
And my nigga H-A-Dub-K, and of course myself
Finna explain how it go mayn, yeah
[Hook: x2]
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you cant no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (be safe in these streets)
[Lil' Head:]
Whether it's nine to five, or either selling dope
You gotta get it how you live, just to stay afloat
By any means necessary, bitch get on your grind
Broke shit is punk shit, man it ain't lying
I been there I'm still here, and I'm trying to get out
And all my real niggaz know, what I'm talking about
And street life, make a nigga not eat right
Losing sleep, and why you trying to stay up on feet right
Been in the game, for a real long time
I can't believe you motherfuckers, ain't respecting my rhyme
Can't believe you motherfuckers, ain't respecting mind
The year 0-4, I know you gon respect it this time
Cause I'm talking bout the real shit, I know you gonna feel this
Down South nigga, nope I ain't from the hills bitch
I'm from a place, where niggaz the yellow
And yeah I'm from the Clarke, but I'm still stuck in the ghetto so I
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
I hustle and hustle and, struggle and struggle and
Juggle and double and, stay out of trouble man
I am a hustler man, and I can't stop it
I'll rock for rock it, I want all the profit
Put it in my pocket, I'm sticking to the topic
Life is a hustle man, so can't nobody knock it
Hustle and hustle, till I can't no mo'
And I hustle and hustle, till my calves get so'
And I hustle and hustle, till I get all the do'
And it's a must when I hustle, I do it solo
Don't need no sidekicks, or niggaz that ride dick
With that fly shit, and on the crew they really a snitch
Who the fuck you working with, the F-E-D's
H.P.D's, get up off my N-U-T's
You cats is wanna-be's, boy I do this to eat
Better listen to Lil' Head, be safe in these streets
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
Take the good with the bad, respect it just like a man
It's still some mo' to fight, but losing ain't in the plan
Rocks and fry sticks, bricks and big licks
On to cut your stick, with the niggaz you click with
The pyrex's shake, no mistakes and flakes
The bakery in the hood, serving cookies and cakes
So I hustle till I can't, I ain't just running my mouth
Ain't no future on the block, so I'm stretching my socks
I done set my price, I ain't gon change for the streets
Me and my workers got families, we both gotta eat
So I shake boys, you cowards just making noise
Life is still a struggle, I hustle and get it hard
For the fam, I don't give a damn that's who I am
Put the plates on the table, daddy gon bring the spam
Get your cash too fast, I'll be taking it slow
[talking:]
Here we go, baby that's fa sho
Uh here we go, yeah
Rest In Peace DJ Screw, my nigga F-A-T P-A-T
Mafio, you know what I'm saying
Some of H-Town's finest
We gon show up and po' up, all the way till we blow up
[Lil' Keke:]
Rest In Peace, to the real DJ
Chopped & Slowed, you know the click don't play
Rolling down the strip, with the high beams on
Let 'em see the Roley, while I'm talking on the phone
Things getting better, talking bout the cheddar
Riding up on the slab, chromed out fo' letter
B-E-N, to the Z
The 500 coupe, drove by Lil' Ke
Each and every day, I'm trying to get the feddy
Thoed in the game, I got's to stay ready
H-Town finest, ice to the flo'
Southwest connect, baby that's fa sho
Better get your's, cause I'ma sho get mine
Commission rich nigga, I ain't hard to find
All about the cash, so I mash on the pedal
The S.U.C., on a whole 'nother level
[Hook:]
I say one for the money, two for living layed
I'm a real G, that got's to get paid
Hustle grind, that's all we do
Southside for life, jamming nothing but the Screw
One for the money, two for living layed
All my real G's, that love to stay paid
Hustle grind, do what you do
On the Westside, yeah them boys jam Screw
[Lil' Keke:]
Rest In Peace, to my nigga P-A
Think about my nigga, every god damn day
Back to the pad, gotta make 'em feel that
Never leave home, without the chrome plated gat
Clocking much do', cashing much green
Since day one, we been the freestyle kings
Since the start, it been a Screwed Up invention
Don't worry bout shit, I go hard representing
My niggaz is gone, but guess who holding it down
Southside for life, welcome to H-Town
The Don is back, yeah the one and only
Puffing on doja, for all my dead homies
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
To the ghetto stars, trying to get that thang
Stacking chips high, this a hell of a game
Never giving up, on the shit I love
Smoking doja sipping syrup, that's the life of a thug
Rest In Peace, to a playa for real
Independent black owned, with a major deal
Avarice and Commission, nothing but addition
Leaving out the game, with a bigger position
Hustle grind, that's all we know
Show after show, plus we push snow
Stuck in the game, so I got's to win
Getting paid all night, then I do it again come on
[talking]
7-1-3's finest, CMG
Ghetto Dreams, Presidential
[Hook: Lil' Keke & (H.A.W.K.)]
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em)
(and if you hit em in the face, I'll give em a body blow), oh
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em)
(we wrecking with flow, we in the studio), oh
[Lil' Keke]
We gon go up top, and go back down
I'm quick to make your shit lay down, and close the round
A nigga going pound for pound, until the blood is found
Snatch punks off the glass, like a Shaq rebound
Got more depth young clown, cause we rep H-Town
And we beat chumps down, at the lyricists lounge
I hit em high, regroup then go to the bottom
To his ass to his ribs, when he fold I got him
If he still sitting up, then we work that grill
Big judge young Don, serving raw and steel
To the gate to the finish, this for CMG
Another Ghetto Dreams, sponsored by S.U.C
Got big swoll nuts, and as a matter of fact
Get off my dick young trick, or get your click looked at
Spit bombs in the studio, they all atomic
H.A.W.K. seal him in the face, I'ma catch him in the stomach
Oh..
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
Class is in session, I'ma spit with aggression
And if I feel threatened, you better call witness protection
Stop asking questions, five line connection
Well connected, jinks, whites, blacks and mexicans
7-1-3 nigga, armored Texans
In the three fo' deep, in my corner flexing
Intersection, young cats is fucking with veterans
Southside legends, killas that'll beat your head in
Pop the lead in, hit you in the stomach and head and
Pop your legs in, then straight leave you for dead and
Enough is said and, move it on down the field
Like the Kansas City Chiefs, and that Dick Vermeil
This shit is real, fuck how a nigga feel
We moving like a freight train, trying to get that scrill
I'm changing the game, with Don still changing lanes
And with both of our brains, all we see is change
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
The mic turn on, boy it's duck and cover
Another pen getting pimped man, by me and my brother
Never pimps my hand, cause I just don't love her
When I'm in the studio, I do it like nan-nother
And I'm one of a kind, they better find me a clone
And you sure right sticks and stones, they break bones
Rise like grits, when the shit get thick
Break em down so quick, sit him up on bricks
[H.A.W.K.]
I'ma hit all his licks, fuck all his chicks
Wondering how I done it, cause I flow so sick
Do the arithmetic, flow equals do'
And dope plus flow, equals the take your hoe
CMG, is fucking what that Ghetto D
Trying to see, currency like Master P
S.U.C., Big H.A.W.K. and Don Ke
And with 20-20 vision, y'all still can't see
Oh..
[Shima singing]
[Hook: Shima]
High come down
Why do you make my high, come down
[Lil' Keke]
Put the Crys on ice, let the lights dim bright
Put your best dress on, cause we fucking tonight
Lay your hair down, cause you a beautiful star
Got the laced thong on, with the matching bra
Had a sip of hypnotic, now you feeling erotic
Wanna get up under me, and start touching your body
I make your high come down, up and down
Give me some leeway, head on the freeway
Slide the roof back, put the square in the air
Damn you looking good, with everything you wear
You my sugar brown round mound, you take it downtown
Everywhere we go, for real it's going down
I'm the young Don, you got it tatted on your back
Love the way I hit it, from the back in the Lac
Like that, round and round to H-Town
I know what to do, to make your high come down, come on
[Hook: Shima]
High come down
Why do you make my high, come down
High come down
Tell me why do you make my high, come down
[Lil' Keke]
I can't wait to hit the interstate, doing 150
Throw the weed out, 'fore the law come get me
I'm on my way, to the place you stay
And don't worry bout the Benz, cause it's a-ok
I'm in a drop top 5, put it in six
Buckle up your belt, we gon scratch to the mix
You're my boo it's true, you make my high come through
Gon jump in the hot tub, do what you do
Cause tonight's your night, and tomorrow's your day
I'ma hit the hot spot, with no time to play
In the Lex-O, and your homegirl's hating
Stop at the light, 22's rotating
Call up the cellular, business on the regular
First class strips, if I wanna get next to you
Oakland, on back to H-Town
And I got what it takes, to make you come down, come on
[Hook: Shima]
[Lil' Keke]
Ok let's do it again, before the sun rise
Come over and let me touch up, on your thick thighs
Let me squeeze your chest, let me caress your breast
We can see the whole world baby, east to west
Well yeah don't forget, I'm a thug nigga
Undercover low key, I'm a mob figga
But let me take you to the zone, going one on one
We getting mesmerized, we going half on the sun
Catch you on the weekend, and we freaking
But I see you next week, and we probably not speaking
Playas, you know we play that way
But I'ma ride off baby, it's a beautiful day
On the low-low, we smoking do-do
We at the bachelor pad, we doing the freak show
Say I see you next time, when I'm back in town
Best believe, I'ma make your high come down, what
[Hook x2: Shima]
[Hook x2]
Here we go again, living life on the run
Here we go again, they got me riding with my gun
Here we go again, man this shit is a trip
Here we go, again
[Lil' Keke]
How the hell you gon win, looking at ten in the Penn
Living in sin, bout to go back again
Ducking the government, and running from the sleigh
Got money to infiltrate, and I still ain't straight
It's a hard life, when you depend on love
It ain't no way for you to change, you was born a thug
You ain't ready for the war, these streets'll eat you alive
Trying to get all that I can get, because I wanna survive
They say pressure bust the pipes, shit they speaking the truth
I probably been pulled a trigga, if I didn't have loot
I'm from the bottom, niggaz and killas baby we got em
Dope fiends and crumb snatchers, that's straight riding
Couldn't even see myself, trying to do it again
Gotta be ready for whatever, in the places I've been
This shit a trip mayn, but I ain't gon even let it worry me
A soldier for life, true to the game you heard me
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
These niggaz hating and jacking, so it's official
Everytime I ride, I'm strapped with fo' nickel
Times getting tough, and FED's getting rough
I stay on the mash, cause I ain't never got enough
Trying to make it through the storm, so I could see the other side
A nigga be dead, without his nuts and his pride
This game worldwide, I take it how it come
We living so raw, up in the city that I'm from
Each and every year, the system is start switching
Seven out of ten of these niggaz, gon be snitching
Oh you rights done rocked up, you better be glocked up
Cause niggaz go for broke, when the traffic is stopped up
For real, I'm talking boys getting shot
I know your hood off the chain, but these streets is hot
It's a mad shame, in this shife dirty game
We black and caught up, with nobody to blame
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
I pray to the Lord, for this soul of mine
I've been chasing down the clock, he got me stuck up in time
Niggaz living for the fame, I want the money and power
And I promised my old man, I wouldn't be no coward
So I'm living my dream, yeah a neighborhood legend
Steaks on the plate, I ain't got time for the begging
My family is fed, with nice sheets on the bed
Artillery and surveillance, glocks with infrared
Niggaz want me dead, but I'm far from scared
Cause I swear, I'ma come where you lay your head
Cause I'm a outlaw nigga, catch the straight feeling
All about charges, hustle for a living
My testimony, is to never be phony
Lil' Keke the Don, CMG the one and only
I place a nice bet, that I'm a ghetto vet
And it's Herschel Wood for life, representing my set
[talking:]
One time, welcome to the ghetto
[Hook:]
All I know is hustling, and striving and feeling pain
Each and everyday, I'm surviving stuck in the game
Gotta get this money, this cash that's all I know
Done came a long way, but got far to go
[Lil' Keke:]
Alright just check it out, I know I'm living a life of sin
A thug coming up, trying to find a way to win
I'm on my knees, asking the Lord to give me help
I'm trying to make a difference, doing bad for myself
I'm on a bumpy road, so that's all I really know
Trying to slide through the do', but the money coming slow
I hustle up, and try to get some recognition
Steady searching for my soul, trying to stay up out the kitchen
This rap game, got my head leaning back
Got my family at the house, so I'm trying to make a stack
In a dirty world, but I'm trying to make a switch
But the game crawling up, it's so hard to get rich
I'm concentrating, trying to stash what I got
Record company CEO's, all these boys trying to plot
Trying to hold me a spot, trying to get me some fame
Got love for the pain, that I get from the game uh
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
I know I'm right there, so I'm working a lil' harder
Doing show after show, trying to stay above water
CD's got me grinding, the mic got me shining
Paying attention close, to the charts I'm climbing
I'm a hustler, really trying to get it how I live
Staying in battle mode, cause it's real in the field
I'm a soldier, fighting against the game I love
From the tears to the sweat, on down to the blood
Gotta get mine, with no time to rewind
These niggaz be left behind, out here losing they mind
But I'm trying to find, another life other than grind
Niggaz be giving up, but I'm steady putting it down
So I changed up, now I'm Lil' Keke the Don
Doing hits across the world, with that Poetic 1
We some trend setters, with these haters to blame
I ain't gon never give it up man, I love this game uh
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
I say never say never, a part of the G code
Drinking on that drank, I'm smoking and staying blowed
Whatever it takes, to put my mind at ease
I need the moola the cash, gotta have that cheese
A lot of bad habits, got me working overtime
Constantly trying to shine, got a nigga left behind
The repercussions, will make a gangsta change
Keep my head to the sky, cause I love this game uh
[Talking: Lil Keke]
Most anticipated Texas Mixtape nigga. Young Don you know what I'm sayin? I been gettin money. Lil C, keep stackin nigga. 1-2-3-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these niggas out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya nigga, go get ya money. If you stand in line long enough you gon get to the window homie. Ya know what I'm sayin. I been gettin it. Ohh, original SUC that is. The MVP nigga.
[Lil Keke:]
You know what? I came in this game, I woke up one mornin I was thinkin bout the grain. Jumped in the drop, seats red butter. Turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter. I riding up the vard I thinkin bout some bitches, I pass by in it let em work on my switches. Now I'm gettin juice, pancakes droppin. It's the young Don in the way he stoppin. Never ever stop, I smoke good crop. You know when I hold, I come red out the shop. It might be apa, it might be brandy, nine coats of clear, I got that wet ass candy. Comin out the salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing I bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, I did it for the troop. And it's the young Don still rep hoover blue. What's up to them bloods, it's a whole nation. Gangsta ass niggas thug niggas on vacation. Suckas go home, my click still strong. I'm comin down candy red ridin on the bone. Bone insides lookin like tan. Drop the top and swang 4s to the sand.
Now in the water, hoes see a slaughter. It's the young don still chasin after daughters. Chasin after hoes, ridin of 4s. Everytime I ride I be on my tiptoes. Ridin through the lane, holdin wood grain. Niggas know young Don Ke do his thang. I came for the title, I came back hard. Sucka ass niggas had to give me my car. Now they still hidin, look at em run. I'm chasin after niggas with the what choppa gun. Bustin boys down, suckas is a clown. 713 I'm the king of the town. I'm still underground, I'm still hoover Screw. (RIP) I'm still comin hard and I'm still ridin blue. I'm riding cobalt, I might be ridin navy, it's the young don only God can save me.
Lord, help me, please come back. I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm bout to spend a stack. I'm still sellin crack, I'm still writin raps. It's the young don keep stars on my caps. Everytime I ride, everytime I slide, suckas start runnin, boys start hidin. It's the young don, I'm riding in the car. Freestyle king still a fuckin superstar. I'm still a what king, I'm bout to live a dream. Everytime I pull out, I'm with a strong team. A team full a goons, higher than the moon, so much wood it's lookin like a living room. Inside in the vette, it's wet like a pet. Herschelwood Texas still represent my set. I am the king, listen to my tongue. Hoes start listenin and them hoes get sprung. I be breakin mics, I be breakin cards. It's the young don still tippin boulevard. What about this chevy? it's sits so heavy. I'm a break the game up if niggas let me. I'm outta H-Town, what's up Fat Pat? It's the young don hoes still tryin to chat. I holla at a dime, cause it ain't a crime. I'm hollerin at them niggas dressed in white Louis Vuitton. Boys in the PEN, stand up strong. It's the young don on the mic goin long. I can't fall off, I represent the south. I spent 20, 000 on my motha fuckin mouth. Now my rocks glow, 30 for a show. I break the hoe. Niggas don't know.
I still go hard, I still go what? it's the young don might be riding trophy truck. Sittin on the buck, sittin on the gray. Niggas better go home if they tryin to play. I never do it, I never stop, it's the young don might just cut off the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga don't pop. I don't pop trunk, I don't ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain felt. Niggas don't stop. Niggas still hatin. It's the young don might be ridin, ice skatin. Ridin on them 4s, ridin on the spiders. Never pay attention to them broke dick riders. Can't see me, I can't be stopped. It's the young don smokin green colored crop. Smokin on the Kush, smokin on the Purple, niggas talkin down I only fuck with my circle. Only my crew, this what I do. What's up Screw You, I still love you. It's the young don, I do it for my son. Money by the ton.
[Z-Ro:]
Drinkin on soda, with the bar in it. You know what I'm talkin bout? I'm in the coupe, ain't walkin the lot. I'm parkin lot pimpin the lot. Fuckin with these bad ass bitches. But I know, they after riches, not mine. I gotta gun and I'm a cock mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down with Z-ro. And that Millzey, it's goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this bitch. Don't talk shit, we'll spray ya down in the bitch (bitch) quick (quick). And all you niggas dead mayne. Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne. Ay, that's real talk. Hold up, RIP to Hawk, RIP to Moe, RIP to Chad. I don't need a pen and pad. I'm actin bad.
[talking]
Yeah, I don't owe you niggaz shit man
Y'all got a real nigga fucked up
I'ma let you niggaz have it, one time check it
[Hook]
When you live with the rats, you kill all the roaches
They wanna stop me, but they plan is hopeless
I ain't perfect I'm human, my nigga I sin too
But it's a motherfucking shame, the evil that men do
[Lil' Keke]
Let me talk to ya, let me tell you a story
Bout money bout fame, bout fortune bout glory
I've been there, when the times got worse
I don't owe you niggaz shit, let me say that first
Over the last past months, you know it's been a lot of bumping
Snitching talking, griping mumbling
I'm cool with that, don't be a fool with that
You gone make me have to go, and get a tool with that
I'm 5"9, a hundred seventy five try it
CMG in the building, don't make me start a riot
My nigga T-Baby, he told me a long time ago
Nigga go on get your cash, don't even worry bout it bro
My nigga Russ one love, cause we go so far
He told me never sweat the battle, cause we winning the war
My nigga Poof Pop, no games no pity
Told me Ke' I got your back, you the coldest in the city
My nigga M-Dawg, you know he quick to go off
He say Don I'm riding wit ya, till the wheels fall off
My nigga Hard-D, he got me chasing a dream
He say Ke' it's on you, you quarterbacking the team
My nigga Big H.A.W.K. big brah, you know where it's at
It's one hundred to the end, we gotta do it for Pat
My nigga Tip-Toy, say this the one right here
He say Ke' it's your place, and your time and year
My nigga J.B., he fell right up in line
Cause we 24 hour fit, and it's the click on I
Seven wet and 2-2, man you know what it do
Cause I love y'all niggaz, and y'all love me too
Lil' C-A.G., man you know how it go
It's CMG-S.U.C., plus Sean Solo
Herschelwood, and I'm the Lil' Keke
And I be steady representing, for the 7-1-3
[Hook x2]
The evil, that men do
It's a motherfucking shame, the evil that men do
[Unknown girl & Lil' Keke]
Dreamin, Dreamin
uh I want you, I want you
come on yea I want you
I want you come on yeah
Dreamin, Dreamin
uh I want you, I want you
come on yea I want you
I want you come on yeah
[Verse One: Lil' Keke]
I aint gon' lie girl it must be somethin bout you
cause we aint knew each other long and you already my boo
I like your style you try to be mad, I make you smile
you lay up under my arms like a new born child
I'm thinking back to my teenage love, my teenage life
how I use to say that I aint gon' do this twice
but I'm a man now it cant get better or worse
and I know its hard to understand that my baby is first
but I got family to provide for, put shit aside for
you know its people in the world I'd die for
so whats you're plan?, I'm not a full time man
but I'm doing what I can maybe you'll understand
but its alright sugar so let you're feelings hang out
cause when I'm diggin deep inside I know you like it alot
I got this thug passion to put you in the mood
and then you hear my cell ring, you catchin a attitude
lets set da record straight you knew what it was from da start
and I'm just the typa nigga that'll mess up ya heart
we spent nights together, we took flights together
and if I wanted to see the world you was down for whatever
I'm ya lover man, cant be ya other man
aint no tellings when you aint gon' find another man
I'm a be dreamin so wont you please come true
cause everytime I close my eyes I swear I see you, dreamin
[Chorus: unknown girl & Lil' Keke]
If this is a dream please come true
cause when I close my eyes
I see you(I see you)
If this is a dream please come true
cause when I close my eyes
I see you(I see you)
[Verse Two: Lil' Keke]
Lets get ya mind right cause I'm on another page
looking for quaility time I live on the stage
thats ya stress look I want ya best look
ya long hair, high heels, short skirt, but deep dress
look you gotta man so you need to kick back
and u said ya really love him aint nothin wrong wit dat
so whats the deal? with the sad thing, the mad thing?
everytime you see a nigga you talkin bout a change
you needa chill, relax, and be cool up on da real
keep ya head focused so you know what it is
but u been down for a minute tho you aint da average ho
aint no need to lie its gon' be hard to let u go
lets take it slow and not to fast girl this is thug world
chocolate, and vanilla thats a hell of a swirl
holdin hands up on the beach you use to love that shit
shoppin sprees in New york you know we stayed in a mink
you doin 9-to 5, you know I do it live
and when you layin down and sick thats when I come beside
this aint no perfect match and it might not happen
just to give it to you straight I'm in love wit rappin
thats alright though I'm tryna get mo
I made my way up to the front, and out the back do'
and just to let you know that I'm still the same
we was friends from the start it aint gon' never change,dreamin
Oh yeah playas it's definitely goin' down
Girbaud of the Manhattan I see you actin' bad
Jammin' that Lil' Keke "Don't Mess Wit Texas" CD
But right now I need you to take a...blown big break
And Lil' Keke 780'll do their latest out here 'n do his thang
This called "Don't You Know"
Go on ladies you need to get wet on this one
(Chorus:)
Don't you know, that I love you so
Don't you know, that I love you so, baby
Don't you know, I love you so
I wan' caress you slow, from head to toe
Deep inside I go, baby scream fo' mo'
We can play our way, at this game I'm a pro
Let you run the show, a queen you will be
Satin sheets, pat lace, Victoria's Secret
And I know your body need it gotta make your mind believe it
All above, all the love, on my purpose is defeated
You have cheated on your man to his spirits a g
When you know that he got flicks with a playa like me
I guess that Lil' Keke has the key to the do'
And I'm lettin' you ladies know that I love you so
(Chorus)
Bubble bath in the spa, menage-a-trois
You a driver for a car, I'll make you a star
As I floss Jaguar, to wherever you are
Long distance in the distance on my cellular
And no way's too far for my private jet
I'm on a flight, hold tight, keep it nice and wet
Please don't get upset, the fun just begun
Wanna want a job done, will you make me a son?
Will you make me a daughter? Do I need to pump harder?
Turn the temperature up on the bed so we can heat 'em warmer
A heart of a villain, a thug-like nigga gets harder gets liver
More deeper to the river
You shiver you shake, ice cream and candy
I wonder how it feel when your water breaks
No mistakes allowed at the rodeo show
And I'm lettin' you ladies know that I love you so, uh
(Chorus)
As I gaze in your eyes, it's not a surprise
That I'm the perfect size bumpin' between your thighs
Just time to realize, don't need a disguise
I'm a star on the rise, only out for the price
Dig deep into your soul, then get caught in the rapture
Yo' mind I'ma capture, night before morning after
First chapter Illuminati, beamas & benzes
7-day vacations, all-paid expenses
I'm a playa fo' life, thanks to this rap
I can floss, I can flap, with my salary cap
H-Town's on the map, and nothing is negative
I'm the owner of the firm, I make you an executive
Cause just then you will see that you do wanna be
With Lil' Keke in the land of free
Do you wanna, are you gonna? Let's sit in the sauna
And laugh our life away while we blow marijuana
It's goin' DOWN
(Chorus)
Ahh...I see the little latest out there acting bad
On that one right there
Lil' Keke from that CD "Don't Mess...With Tex-as"
Featuring Phaz, make sure you look out for him real soon aight? heh
Aight fellas, you took your break. heh
Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit from north to east
Well connected with the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off
Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me
Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow
It's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell your colleage you won't want this
North sides took over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck with Texas
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me
Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear
Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre
I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feel
Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for real
Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even
If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin' team
Yeah we're close to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, soly Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight
Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar state
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
What's up, this our new artist Quest
Check him out, sing the hook baby
[Hook x2: Quest]
Baby don't cry, I know you stressed out
Because I live the thug life
Ducking dodging cops, and selling drugs all night
I know it seems hard, but it'll be alright
Oooh, it's alright-i-ight
[Rod]
Steady paranoid eyes and gray skies, looking at the people in my life
Trying to read my mind, cause this world ain't treating me right
Barely sleeping at night, with so much stress and drama on my brain
Cause busting bitch ass niggaz, want me out of the game
Now ain't that a shame, can't be real with niggaz niggaz ain't real
Can't put my trust in none of em, cause these niggaz'll steal
And if I show 'em they stealing, they'd think a nigga tripping
But yet still they plot to catch a nigga slipping, pistol gripping
When my pockets itching, to stack money
Never thought my baby mama, would bitch and act funny
Walking round fat tummy, talking bout she pregnant for me
Then turn around, and say it's for a nigga named Deep
But I ain't tripping cause I got what I wanted, and let a head in some pussy
Always knew I was gone make it, so she's scared to overlook me
Therefor, I hope that nigga that you with walking by your side
But don't be looking all sad, bitch smile
[Hook x2]
[Rod]
I feel this world, is full of envy and greee-eeed
Suckas and bustas, all wanna witness me bleee-eding
I paid my dues to become rich, now these folks all up on my dick
They wanna hate cause we balling, on top of ours and they falling
I done spent too many pain, from struggling years
Behind and under, heavy rain blood sweat and my tears
All on my lonesome, I've been facing my fears
I see day to day problems, in the faces of my peers
No need to be greedy, cause I'm just trying to get what I'm worth
Before the people have us the hats, and wipe me off the face of the earth
And place me in dirt, brought up as a problem child
Going through so much drama, but I still smile
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
You know I'm thugging, not for a hobby it's just my life
It's gon be a hot minute, 'fore I find me a wife
I'm into short term relations, switching up situations
Always on the go, I hustle for occupation
Got them people watching, they trying to shatter my world
You's a major part of me, that's how I look at it girl
Get your mind right, it ain't no need for tears
I've been grinding getting this money, living dirty for years
When we lay chest to chest, you moan and say you love me
'Fore you fall asleep tonight, say another prayer for me
It's one honey, get the stress off your brain
I'm built to maintain, lil' mama just do your thang
I'm my own man, and I'ma do just what I can
Staying inside my character, sticking straight to the plan
As for me and you, I'm trying to keep it true
It's a struggle on the streets, but you're still my boo
[Billy Cook]
Do, you wanna ride oooh
With that Don Keke, and Billy Cook
[Hook x2: Billy Cook]
Dooooooooo yooooooooou
Waaaaaana riiiiiiide, do you wanna ride
[Billy Cook]
Do you wanna ride, you can come and ride
Won't you come and ride, so we can go and ride
[Lil' Keke]
You know it's first things first, and it can't get worse
From the shoes to the dress, to the matching purse
I ain't gon lie girl, you know I had a long day
Time is here to side, baby hit the highway
Let's do it my way, relax and get high
Turn a couple of corners, let the time pass by
The two-way gone, no need for cell phone
When the sun go down, I'm turning the fogs on
It's me and you, it's been a long time coming
The Benz like a horse, out the gate it be running
So buck wild, you peeping my whole style
But you got me going crazy, the minute I see you smile
You're gorgeous attractive, can't leave you alone
That's why I pull up on chrome, banging down L. Jones
So let's slide and ride, hit a mall or two
What you want how you want it, girl it's all on you
You my proud possession, baby you just don't know
Let the top down, so your hair can glow
Cause I'm fiending I miss you, so tell me the deal
I'm a independent playa, getting money for real come on
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
You my boo, and I'm the great Don Ke
Put your problems away, it's time to ride with me
Let's take a trip to Malibu, to let your hair back
We can shop Dynal, get jazzy and all that
You my sugar brown, and it was love at first sight
Tonight is your night, let's catch the first flight
Since day one, I had plans for you
And understand if I can, I'm the man for you
You know I want you on my side, every chance I get
I gotta get it how I live, cause my money legit
It's essential, your body is banging you got potential
It's all on me, so fa sho it's presidential
Relax your mind, and let your soul be free
2-1-4, back to 7-1-3
Get your mind right, and you can have it your way
I'd rather be your N-I, double G to the A
Bring your best baby, everywhere that we go
Cause you the total package sugar, talking head to toe
I'm the past you missed, I'm the present you need
I'm the future bout to happen baby, yes indeed
You my dawn and my sweet thang, I talk like that
With the gifts and the compliments, I'm just that cat
I'ma mash on the gas, cause you know I'm a G
Lay my cards on the table, baby ride with me come on
[Hook x2]
[Billy Cook]
Do you wanna ride, you can come and ride
Won't you come and ride, so we can go and ride
[Billy Cook]
Do you wanna ride
Do you, do you do you wanna ride
Do you, do you wanna ride
Heeey-heeeey-hey, 7-1-3 ha-ha
[Hook]
Don, Ro and Trae
Taking over the rap game, and collecting our change everyday
Serious and we don't play, these hoes know we got wind of that hoe
But still fuck with us anyway
Don Ro and Trae fully loaded with automatics
Bitch we tripping, when coming your way
Watch what you say, cause fucking with the Screwed Up Click
You'll get hit and we'll make it, to be on your way
[Trae]
It's automatic these niggaz don't want no problems, when I'm flossing in a boss and mine
Bitch I've been the truth around this motherfucker, mouthpiece been ahead of my time
Catch me dropping the top, slide the clip in and cock my glock
Ain't no love for these hating niggaz, better get your mind right 'fore some'ing get popped
Back to the fact I'm lethal on these streets, whether my pen or my reputation
Some cats, ain't even worth the conversation
All of this misrepresentation, finna get put to a end
Y'all had y'all run for the time gone, it just got put to a end
I know I'm cocky, but I clearly remember motherfuckers wasn't feeling Trae
But they knew, I wasn't too far around the way
Pissed em off, when I pulled up inside that platinum Chevrolet
With a bunch of Hoovers and Bloods, final destination where I stay
On F-O-N-D-R-E-N, all the way back to the Leaf
Mo City, Hiram-Clarke, South Park my niggaz vouching for me
They know everytime I spit, I spit like it's the last that I'm breathing
With the three of us in this bitch, I hope you have a wonderful evening bitch
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is roll me up one
And prepare myself to deal with bitch niggaz, in case I have to touch one
It don't matter cause I love war, from where the prostitutes and the drugs are
Fuck with me or my kinfolk Trae, your face is where my slugs are
I'm an asshole by nature, until my casket is closed
But in the meanwhile, I'ma represent and let my plastic explode
And Houston Texas it been crazy lately, everybody been getting bumped off
Maybe that's the reason, I'm never without the gun or the sawed off
Don't approach me too quickly, cause I'm paranoid
Fuck around and squeeze the trigga nigga, all opposition must be destroyed
I'm a gangsta plus a soldier, fuck niggaz off when I'm on sober
Fuck all these rap niggaz cause I'm colder, like a pair of britches I will fold ya
Call me the cleanest, cause I'm about to wash all y'all fellas
Making a motherfucker come clean, by bringing a bitch out of all y'all fellas
Even got niggaz firing charges, cause I got they ass beat up
But even through the madness, I relax and keep my feet up
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
I'm one of the coldest lyricists, that this city done ever seen
Naturally getting mean, I punish my sixteen
Niggaz gut check, niggaz be talking who I recruited
8100 block, in the hood I'm undisputed
Me and Trae you ain't know, the Don plus Z-Ro
S.U.C. in the building, we shooting they hit the flo'
Niggaz stop that, know damn well that I can top that
Ten G's mic and a stage, and I'll rock that
Back crunk, streets are fiending and missing me
Cause it's one love, know that I murder for C.M.G
You niggaz dick riding, bumping your gums it's killing me
Cause I'm top dog, fake ass niggaz you feeling me
Get your heart right, we riding and busting it ain't nothing
Letting the top peel back, from the push of a button
It's A.B.N.-Rap-A-Lot, niggaz don't want none
C.M.G. Teflon, Lil' Keke the Icon hey
[Hook]
[talking]
Check it out man, C.M.G
Go, go, go, go, go, go, she's a cowgirl
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, she's a cowgirl
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, she's a cowgirl
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, cowgirl
She be 34 28 36, damn she's so thick, in that Fendi outfit
When she hit the flo', the way she bouncing and strutting
I'm screaming let it go, she got that body it's working
I'm talking head to toe and she ain't nothing but fun
Watch yourself, oh Lord, there she go here she come
I want a brick house, and ain't no playing with that
A quarter horse she's a stallion, that ass is fat
She's a big fine woman, titties just jumping
Step in the club and, baby girl be stunting
Legs thighs hips, nigga she the one
Ms.Thang off the hook, for real I add her some uh
You don't stop, body rock, and let it drop, why not
(She's a cowgirl)
Let it go to the flo', you know fa sho
(She's a cowgirl)
Go, go, get it, get it
Go, go, get it, get it
It's like a pony, when she rocking my world
She's so thick and she's so fine fa sho, cowgirl
She is a cowgirl, a g-string drawas girl
See how much I can fit, off into her jaws girl
A everyday, shopping at the mall girl
Not too short, but then not too tall girl
I'ma strap up, and give it to you all girl
Pushing yo back, all into the wall girl
I balls girl, until I'm bout to fall girl
And you ain't even ready, to handle this log girl
I mean, it's like a heavy piece of wood in your weed gripper
You can call me Moby Dick, and I'ma be Flipper
Talk shit, make this motherfucking heat get ya
If you think, I got some petty ass beef wit ya
Fake pimp ass busters, them try to handcuff
Baby bring that money to me, but make sure you answer
Your telephone, tell them broke niggaz they better gone
Leave you alone, pimp tight M J G make 'em
You don't stop, body rock, and let it drop, why not
(She's a cowgirl)
Let it go to the flo', you know fa sho
(She's a cowgirl)
Go, go, get it, get it
Go, go, get it, get it
It's like a pony, when she rocking my world
She's so thick and she's so fine fa sho, cowgirl
When she walked through the do', she got attention fa sho
Just a natural born pro, keep you begging for mo'
Whoa, if you's a rookie you don't stand a chance
Got's to be a real playa, wanna get in them pants
She's a heart taker, dance flo' breaker
Back to back like Shaq and the Lakers
Watch her show out, when she hit the spot
Got her touching on herself, 'cause the X is hot
She's a cowgirl, and she calling the shots
Like I turn around and look, when she working the twat
Got a lovely face, and a sexy waist
A earring on her navel, I'ma catch me a case
Get your move on, I see you working that thang
Get your groove on, you see some playas you want
Then get your choose on, cause you know it go down
She gon represent tonight, for real for H Town
You don't stop, body rock, and let it drop, why not
(She's a cowgirl)
Let it go to the flo', you know fa sho
(She's a cowgirl)
Go, go, get it, get it
Go, go, get it, get it
It's like a pony, when she rocking my world
[Lil' Keke talking]
South side fo life
Lil' Keke Don
The youngest one of them all
uh uh uh
[Chorus x2]
Yeah yeah yeah
Do it be Lil Ke the youngest don of them all
Peep game I want fall you can write that on the wall and ball
Every day all day I don't play I blow ounce a day like a turkish our way
[Lil' Keke]
Smoking chocolate thai I swear I'm high now
Just a little touch and plus we fly now
Step up in the club them bitches they rush now
Rolling on the gators them hators they crush now
All these niggas steady fronting as if they know me
Bragging on they skills its time they show me
CMG nigga we a dangerous team
I turn crumbs into cream this a dope as dream
So it seems thangs then change on this side
Twenty inches on the ride got the big body wide
Park up outside with the kit on the flow
Crawling balling tipping real slow
For real I'm back in thestores and does close
Staying up on my toes ain't no love for these hoes
Now supposed if they can stop the funk I'm bringing
Thanks to 97.9 I got the whole world singing
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
The untouchable made man wise guy
I stay in your ear I stay in your eye I'm fly
So why ask why thats been my question for years
You niggas just name the mix I don ben switch gears
This for all my niggas yeah who grew up with me
Down to step up in the place shoot em up with me
We hard head punching the clock we don't stop
While you niggas flip flop every month we drop
Make a left on scott headed toward the tre'
Flossing a new foreign its a beautiful day
I dont play open the pop and light a square
Let the ritch bitches stare at this millionaire
I dont care when I got my shine on gleam
Crispy clean crawling machine up on the scene
When I step out check out the game of display
In my toy I will destroy what ever comes my way
Every day all day on the gring can't kick it
No time to play I'm all about my ticket
Wicked wicked thats how I get with competitors
Slow down silly rabbit I'm two steps ahead of you
Scared of you is something all never be
Change my name from L-I-L to the Don Keke
Now you see that they can't stop the funk I'm bringing
Thanks to 97.9 I got the whole world singing
[Chorus]
BREAK IT DOWN
It was all dream is in a store near you
Austin San-a-tone Colledge Station Praire View
I've been putting it down since days of high school
Now I'm twenty three I'm still a little fool
Flipping the tongue leaving the numb they sprung
When the bass hit the drum I'm breaking you off some
Phenomenom never boy none I'm not the one
Right behing tint with vents we got guns
Herschel Wood,Texas they still holding plexas
I was thinking jag but now I'm thinking lexus
Wuz up Lake charles on back to Laffyette
Dallas funky town the realest I ever met
Don't ever get up set the south will rise
Cradle to the grave I'm a gee till I die
I'm a gee till I die I'm a gee till die
[Chorus]
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
Well it's that grain grippa from Houston, Tex
That bar sippa, that bar no plex
I'm straight up outta that Swishahouse
Where G. Dash write all the checks
So check the neck, check the wrist
I'm balla status from head to toe
My jewelry shop sell more grills
Than George Foreman, baby now ya know
That ain't a igloo, that's my watch
And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain
That's not an ice tray, that's my teeth
And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring
That ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup
I stay sippin that purple oil
I stay flippin the slab on 4's
Cuz I'm a hustla til I'm in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind
Patek Philippe worth 100K
My work schedule out on the block
It's mash all night and grind all day
No 401K for a hustler
Just bleed the block and stack that paper
M.O.B. when it come to hoes
And a 40 cal when it come to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the HK turnin tricks
Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich
I'm too legit to quit
Stackin up that paper til I'm gone
So I'ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters
Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
(Don Ke!)
Houston Tex got the streets burnin
Poppin seals with them 4's turnin
Rookie boys they still learnin
Losin' cash, I'm still earnin
Get my bread while I shake the fed
Keep them dimes in and out my bed
Jump in the drop to convert the top
And let em bop on candy red
Leather seats with that wood out
They don't know what my hood 'bout
Tryin to take the young Don's spot
I'm platinum ball and still hot
Haters off in my mix again
Pimpin broads plus pimpin pens
Multiplyin, I gotta win
Keep that ice lookin clear as gin
Out tha roof still chunkin deuce
Ridin slab and hoppin juice
Diamond grill with plenty skills
Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose
Independent, still chasin bucks
22's on Porshe trucks
Model chicks with them big ol' butts
Killa clans with them big ol' nuts
Hit the club with my game tight
Hoe's boppin my fame right
Did her thang the same night
Boys talkin it's all hype
Cut the check when I run my mouth
Rollin green like I'm playing golf
Texas boys be goin' off
Representin' that North and South
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
I'm from Port Arthur Texas
Represent it til I'm dead (dead)
Pimpin' almost died in the 80's
Boys was scared (scared)
Bitches was on crack
And the 'Lacs wasn't rollin (rollin)
But the game done been revived
Cuz now the Southside is holdin (ha)
Pockets stay swollen (ha)
What do we do with all the cash (cash)
Try 84's gold wrists
With tv's jumpin out the dash (dash)
Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole (role)
Nigga try me with that fuck it
Bitch I'll leave ya body cold (cold...)
From tha land of grain (grain)
Candy paint (paint)
84's and the chrome grill
It's Texas baby (ha)
Dirty south (south)
P-A-T, you know we real
We packin K's (K's)
Desert Eag's (Eag's)
AR's and them 38's
We servin nothin' but China White
Playa we don't sell that dirty weight
Big Bun B-da
Holdin it down (down)
Rep the town to the fullest (fullest)
Whether it be on the mic or in them streets
Bustin them bullets (bullets)
Don't pull it with me (with me)
I won't pull it on you
And leave you ventilated
UGK is back on the block
And you monsters is finna hate it
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
[Hook x2]
If you got plex, we can catch the square
Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where
Gutter ass niggaz, and we don't play fair
Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where
[H.A.W.K.]
Any place anytime, I'll beat a bitch down
Push his face to the ground, then fill him up with rounds
See I don't fuck around, I terrorize the town
Sniff a hater out the pack, like a damn bloodhound
See a motherfucking hawk, don't hang with crows
I hang with the those I chose, who ain't scared to throw blows
On that Mike Tyson shit, that'll bite a earlobe
Bloody your nose, then scratch off on your vogues
I'm on that other shit, you better run for cover bitch
Or get hit with this, bear lethal fist
I must admit, that I heard some shit
That when you piss, you don't stand you sit
You's a bitch, and fucking with a grown ass man
I don't have to use a gun, I'm pretty good with my hands
Ask your man's he'll tell you, H.A.W.K. don't care
Anytime any place, any motherfucking where
[Hook x2]
[Mussilini]
Let the flame burn, burn baby burn
Caught him at that light, saying turn baby turn
Gutter ass niggaz, and we don't play fair
Take a nigga life, or I pull a bitch hair
Step to the square, it'll be your last walk
Who is that Mussili', Lil' Ke and Big Hawk
Think before you talk, bitch you'll eat them words
Get hung from a tree, or get flipped off a curbed
Anytime any place, any spot anywhere
At night time in the noon or day, our niggaz don't care
Flame spit at niggaz we marvelous, to get you nigga ain't hard to us
These bitch niggaz be fraud to us, we rich niggaz in God we trust
We flip figgas and our broads stay up, step out of line you will get rushed
Crushed dick in the dust, have your homeboys picking you up
Plus flush enemies done, I be the one to be sick with the tongue
And the gun, G.I. Texas where I'm from leaving 'em hung
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke]
Niggaz consistently provoking, me to try to test mine
Come through your hood, with them killas and have you get down
CMG, I rep it hard on the streets mayn
We bust shit down, like a block of that cocaine
Let's do it dog, like them gangstas and soldiers
Let's get scarred up, knuckle up till it's over
The game is infected, niggaz must respect it
We well connected, up in Texas
They better squash plexers, cause we never play fair
Dirty South young nigga, boys gutter out there
Hating and bullshitting, will get your family tied up
Texas and cowboys, the Penitentiary wired up
Got licks for plenty bricks, the prices are skied up
Catch the square anywhere, my click the size up
This Southside, and it's home of the crooks
Put my boxing gloves on, and take a look
Everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
Everybody know that Bounce & Turn, yeah
Everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
That Bounce & Turn, yeah, that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
For the early my concernin', Yokohamas we're burnin'
Rippin' woodgrain, stunnin', while we're flossin' and turnin'
Yo body got me yearnin' as we floss away together
Anytime, any weather, watching screens on the leather
Wherever you are, and whoever ya be
There'll be a fucking and a sucking, same time blowin' trees
Can you see what I see, let your soul be free
Killuminati to the body, try to feel Keke
I'm on switches for the riches as I sit sideways
Put your body in a phase and your mind in a maze
You finish your part, made you scream and shout
Your rapture I caught, now you drank the dripped out
Let it begin before it end with your beautiful skin
It don't stop, drop the top, put your hair in the wind
You lookin' you listen, and a lesson you will learn
Puffin' weed puffin' sherm as we flossin' we turn, we're bouncin'
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
Well Chef Boyardee, is through cookin' ounces
Lyrical thesis side pieces sittin' crooked on my posses
It's a hot summer day, no time to play
Mix the serve with Alize now the business on it's way
Of the strip, chrome blaze I'ma tip
Big o' mothership on a Southside flip
Let's rip, the streets, and then rip the sheets
In between I'ma be when I'm gone off them sweets
That's me, a kunda, keep it on the under
Body shake like thunder, I know your brain cells wonder
Why we rollin' and strollin', no more in I'm holdin'
Big paper I'm foldin', ain't a damn thang stolen
You're showin' your love, cause you know what it's made of
Rubber doves, full shrub, from the back and the tub
We can play parlay, cause this lesson will be learn
And Herschelwood Texas is still bouncin' and turnin'
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
Our weather's a river, and weather's so late
No mistakes I ain't a fake, watch the front-end break
Trunk pop it don't stop, rollin' round make it hop
3-wheel and kill when you come out to shop
Cause the serve got my thirsty, niggas wanna verse me
Raise up I'm on buck, and the place eh Hersche'
We was lost, now we found, thanks to Jam Down
Watch the whole click clown representin' H-Town
Together foreva, we be swatchin' chit chat
Breakin' niggas hats same time going plat'
So whether haters hate I got my papers I'm earnin'
Fuck 'em all, we gone ball, while we flossin' and turnin',
we're bouncin'
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
Yeah, yeah that's what it is...
[Hook]
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
We rise and fall, but the game don't stop
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
Real estate cars, and them big shiny rocks
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
Family first, fuck with that and get popped
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
We live and die, but the game don't stop
[8 Ball]
Fat boy killer man, cut like a guillotine
Off with a nigga head, my style ain't free
Bloody body parts, pop hearts and stop breathing
Nutty niggaz only need a reason, reach under the seat and
Grab the heat, and make that fire jump up out my window
I bet them bitches, won't be coming round here talking no mo'
Ay yo, dirty lyrics bring out evil spirits
I must be evil, wouldn't talk it if I didn't live it
Wouldn't live it if I couldn't take it, please believe it
Please believe, that if a nigga disrespect he bleeding
I put that on them little niggaz, at the crib I'm feeding
Do whatever, trying to get the shit that they be needing
Touch the streets, and get my feet muddy
For them dead presidents, pimp a hoe like Cuddy
Like Bubba Sparxxx we get ugly, remember that
For that bread niggaz willing to go, to hell and back
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
If your cash is mean, let me hear you scream and rush it
Hood rich fake ass niggaz, y'all gotta love it
Get mine, battle the streets and keep it locked
Loading and cocking glocks, jamming slowed down Pac
Twist it and make it pop, close it and open shop
Bottom straight to the top, smoking on that Cali crop
City that's do or die, kill you behind a lie
Open the pigeon coop, and let the street birds fly
Murder and racketeer, FED's won't disappear
Push it and hit the gear, pray for another year
Lifetime, and the click be rumbling
Raised in the hood mayn, where the heads be tumbling
Boys be stumbling, living in sadness
Broke as fuck, they can't shake the madness
A savage, plus I don't give a damn
Get rich and live it up, with the rest of the fam
[Hook]
[Kyleon]
Gotta rise to the top, cause the bottom too crowded
It's like crabs in a bucket, and they holding me down
That's why I'm on the block with the rocket, I'm holding a pound
Inside the booth spitting, he's controlling the sound
And we controlling the town, got the keys to the city
Rains trains or airplanes, I got the keys to the city
It's Killa, Ball and Ke we CMG
Custom Made Gangstaz, we CMG's
It don't take a set of binoculars, to see we G's
Got a eye for this do' nigga, so we see them G's
And I done finally made it, cause I'm sick with the rap
Spit lyrics like cold bro, I'm sick with the rap
When the glock start coughing, I'm sick with the strap
Behind money, I'd make your face stick to your lap
Gotta make it to the top bro, you can't deny my mail
Cause I rap so well, they had to put my teeth in jail it's Killa
[Lil' Keke:]
Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it now
Tell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it now
Look at me, I'm so fresh so clean
Digital TV screen, got me lighting up the scene
Look at me, I'm steady running with G's
Rolling on them 21's, 22's and 3's
We got the drank the dro, plus the alcohol
For my people who be ready to ball, come on
Let's hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the show
Get your back up off the wall, come on
Start club hopping, in the city where it's popping
A lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flocking
Trying to kick it, they rolling with the niggaz with the tickets
I make my cash flow, jump up a whole digit
Look at me, I graduated a G
Now put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see
[Hook:]
(you feeling good), then body rock with me
Go on represent your hood, and body rock with me
All the independent women, come and rock with me
Get your hands up high, so the crowd can see
(you feeling good), then body rock with me
Coming straight up off the streets, it ain't no stopping Ke'
Real G's, body rock with me
Put your sets in the air, so the crowd can see
[Devin the Dude:]
And that's the only way to do it round here, is to have fun
Some niggaz got drank some got sweets, some have blunts
And yep I'm one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weed
Smoking with niggaz like Snoop, Ke', Bun B
Yukmouth, D'Angelo there's more on the menu
I can keep naming people, but I'm not fin to
Cause I'm here to have a good time, body rock
I'll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes know
That I can go way back, cabbage patch bitch what
I bust a windmill, backspin then get up
Start body rocking again, side to side hop and spin
That move didn't get no pussy from you, but it got your friend
Out here dancing, with her hands in the air
Waving em, like she just don't care
Yeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be free
Letting her body rock, with me
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitter
The dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a picture
Let me hit ya, sky page two way style
I'm a gangsta, that's trying to keep a low profile
With a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caper
Me and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate of
Beats, so we keep on crushing the streets
Laid up in some'ing lovely, in a first class suite
Trying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all that
Alert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right back
I give it to em, and at the same time do em
I mix em slow em down, so that means I'm trying to screw em
So it's lights out, baby what you tal'n bout
Bout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubt
All the independent women, go on shake it to death
Get your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh
[talking:]
You feeling good, say man check it out
Down here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty South
Southside, hot
Westside, hot
[Lil' Keke]
Off in the Dirty Dirty, you know we do it with these
Poetic and Don Ke, known for getting that cheese
I'm a calculator, calculate my feddy
It be sixteen a bird, if your chips is ready
Where your cash at nigga, cause I stay in the mix
Nextdoor to Mexico, I get it thirteen six
C.D.'s and L.P.'s, keep it legally true
I'm a underground king, rest in peace to Screw
You know my click on the creep, with no time to sleep
You can hit me all night, got them thangs for cheap
Where them real hustlas at, where them real ballas at
Get your grind on playa, for real and live fat
We legendary thugs, known for shooting slugs
Sitting in front of clubs, on brand new Dubs
The Escaladea, is looking good no doubt
And one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South
[Chorus]
From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does it
Southside for life, won't you tell me how you love it
You get it how you live, or you close your mouth
And for the hustlas round the world, mayn the birds fly South
From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does it
Southside for life, won't you tell me how you love it
You get it how you live, or you close your mouth
And there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South
[Lil' Keke]
I'm bout to touch down, headed to Oak-Town
A fat sack of smoke, I'm ready to straight clown
Leave the airport, headed straight to the spot
And my nigga Mr. Changra, he be punching the clock
I'm a certified G, giving all I got
They go South for the winter, cause the tracks is hot
I be laying low, in the studio writing
Remember Lil' Ke, like they did the Titans
It's a earthquake, from California to Texas
22's on that thang, don't you touch that Lexus
Gotta get it baby, cause you know I'm a savage
And that Fed-Ex bout to drop off, a beautiful package
We some independent masters, causing a disaster
Get ghost on the FED's, like my name was Casper
Bastard fa sho, when I'm moving in route
And there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
Commission, Avarice, don't really get us pissed
Sell a quick hundred thousand, is first on the list
Lay it down, cause we just some young Hoggs
This for real dogs, we doing this for y'all
I pop up the trunk, let em hear the funk
Setting up the shop, got the neighborhood crunk
We slab riding, and everything is thick
From the quarters to the halves, to the whole damn brick
Let's get this money Pete, cause it don't matter to me
You can smoke a gang of hours, have a bag or tree
We drop hit after hit, lick after lick
All the real gangstas, gonna feel this shit
[Chorus]
[1 Da Boy:]
When I ride, you know I'm sitting on dos-two's
DVD's with TV screens, I'm looking cool
But uh be looking cool for myself, slowed down
Slowed down, slowed down
You know I can't, I see nothing but luck in my surroundings
But, I'm fin's to take over this rap game fa sho
Me and my raw click, spitting heat you didn't know
1 Da Boy done linked up, with that Avarice
Scatting bout fifty deep, been alone
Avalanche truck what, we out the roof like what
Stunting and big balling, spending cheese like what
Costing bout fifty G's, point two's for my truck
Ice up in my Roley, so blue the wrist shut
Line chronic my man, we stay rolling it up
Verse gon stay hot, so you better give it up
For me and my nigga Po, we ain't to be touched
Haters I got a message, you can shut the fuck up
[Hook x2:]
I flip the big trucks, with the big rims
Fat tires, call em Yokohama slims
TV screens, with the DVD's
PS2 playing, on 17 inch monitor screens
[Lil' Keke:]
22's 23's, 24's and 5's
Everything that I ride, sitting wide and live
This is H-Town's finest, glowing covered in diamonds
Hard on the mic, forever be chart climbing
They know who I am, forever don't give a damn
Sitting low to the ground, in a brand new lamb
Shot calling, and they shit out of luck
Here go the kush young nigga, twist that purple up
[1 Da Boy:]
You know I'm showing off fronting my mouth, because I like to stunt
Big bodies on 22's, with the special made front
This my a-bidness boy, how I make my cash flow
And it's my a-bidness boy, always when I wanna ball
I'm having a conversation, on my cellular phone
Somebody mad at me, cause me Po ride chrome
With TV screens up in the head rest, two tone
Mad because my paint change, like them Color boys
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
Southsi' for li', Westside fa sho
Got plenty of endo, got plenty of cash flow
In a SUV, you know we tinted and bented
G's thugs and killers, hard heads how all in it
Let me get a minute, take a second to wreck
When we step out on the scene, getting much respect
C.M.G. nigga, we ain't gon tear it apart
We gon rise in the game, like we did from the start
We tossing and giving dap, still be rolling slab
Still be paying ten, living ghetto fab
We looking for lil' mamas, rolling on Yokahamas
Hurting these boys mind, we causing em head trauma
On the money train, trying to dodge hard rain
Gripping up on the grain, leave a stain
All in the brain, I push slims on tims
Sitting and looking good, I'm riding big rims
Peep that, feel this, I'm in here with my, ah, Herschelwood Click
You know what I'm sayin', we ain't nuttin' but some, uh, ballers
Steady ballin' in the mix, know what I'm talking 'bout?
Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks
Sweets and sticks, equal platinum hits
Ridin' in the Benz, screens on, watching flicks
Can't forget, Herschelwood Click is so damn thick
Hoes on dick, that ain't shit, I hit the pussy and split
Peep this game of a real-live baller
Down in Texas watch the flexin' young shot-caller
Now how many playas get to live they dream
Come up in the game and get to start some of that green
Know what I mean, if you's a hustler, of course you do
And if you ain't a baller I ain't talkin' to you, cause uh
Ballers...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks
Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood Click and we are so fucking thick
Well I'm a baller, deuce-deuce the represent
I can't count the kilos, the cheese I sent
From the corners and the clerks, for blocks and blocks
I used to cut up rocks, now I pop them tops
I gotta watch the cops, I got hoes by the flocks
And the Duke won't stop, until I'm sittin' on top of the world
On stacks, and old as a fact
Herschelwood do the front to side and the back
Well I'm a baller, sippin' server alcohol uh, Corona
Slangin' keys to the Seoul, uh
Rode deep, Socci down with the fat sweep
10 g's in the back of my Benz C
Playa thing like mary jane when I come around
Meal tickets bein' made in this H-Town
Low ratin' niggas hatin' cause I'm pushin' bricks
Can't stand cause I'm rollin' with them ballin' niggas SHIT
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood Click and you hoes can't forget that we ballin'
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood Click and you niggas can't forget
Me mugs get slugs when you fuckin' with thugs
I pushed and shoved for ghetto love, affiliated with drugs
And uh, marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Don't mess wit' Texas make the whole world feel me
Now how many ballers wanna ball like me
And how many hoes wanna fuck Lil' Ke
2 or 3 now black it should be more than that
I'm sittin' low sittin' phat creemats in the cat
I grab my gat blugs back while I'm blowin' up bustas
Recent cut, fourset, bezentine, and gloccer
Herschelwood it ain't over, mix the serve with the soda
A 600 Benz with the V-12 motor
South Dakota to Carolina, a nationwide drug smuggler
Rap game got me fame, low key, undercover
Yo brother and their other, whoever stand taller
Southside representin' as a baller, yeah
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks
Ballin', Ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood click and you niggas can't forget that we
Ballin', Ballin' in the mix
Astate stands for Arkansas where I wuz born and where i ball might be small but i stand tall might not trip but u will fall In Lonoke is where I stay 4465 is where I lay astate stompas move yo feet hatas step bac do u feel the heat we feelin cold like its winter u heard gorilla zoe imma hood figga and if we did sum10 to ya write a book sing a song take a picta
[Chorus:] [Repeat 2x]
Astate stomaps got u on hush-mode comin thru yo state cant say nothin fa sho and when u mess up we can get u fixed and when we get to fightin we throwin wit them fists
[V2:]
Astate girls freshest to the fullest up inna mall boys we be pullin we put on our stunna shades lookin lyke rock stars we be rockin nikes and jordans including bape stars lip gloss poppin hair and nails did girls we poppin up takin all yo friends rollin you eyes betta stop that they might roll to the back of you head like john cena u cant see me i no im using all these likes but thats just me i just want u to know who we be
[Chorus]
[V3:]
[talking:]
Nodd Factor, C.M.G. yeah
This for my angels man, watching over me
Where my angels at, here we go now
What where my angels at, where my angels at
[Lil' Keke:]
They tell me sky's the limit, so I'm reaching to get it all
Talk that talk, 'fore you walk you gotta crawl
A lifetime, for me to live my dream
I'm trying to slow down, and make it through the drama I seen
Oh yeah I'm at the church, for confession again
My days are getting cold, think I'm trapped in the wind
I wanna turn it back, but the clock keeps rolling
Trying to make it better, with the loot we holding
Fa sho man, that's how I'm living it out
It's a journey to the top, and I'ma ride no doubt
So I sit back, as the angels float by
Continue with my blessings from the Lord, I know why
That thugs mayn, get a special kind of love
The kind that's sent, from the heaven up above
For real, I'm on my knees and I'm praying
This angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook: x2]
Angeeel, oooooh-ooooh
Angel, hmmm-hmm
[Lil' Keke:]
Shining and rapping, flossing and capping
My son in my life, that's the best that happened
I stay low key, live my days as a loner
Preacher man say, the blessing around the corner
I raise up, keep my head above water
My nickels to dimes, and my dimes to quarters
A constant struggle, for my hustle to bubble
For my ends to meet, for my cash to double
Now that's more trouble, cause I'm looking to sin
Steady asking for forgiveness, but I do it again
Let em know, that the angel always watching your back
Even when you turning blocks, trying to flip you a pack
Here we go I know I'm grown, but I do what I can
Sometimes you gotta stand up, and just be a man
For real I'm on my knees, to the Lord I'm praying
It's a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
The streets is watching, and the lights is dim
Will we make it out the ghetto, the chance is slim
This for all of them, who be knocking him
Nodd Factor C.M.G., play above the rim
Get your money young man, mama told me that
Don't bite the hand that feed, mama showed me that
So I'm strolling back, to a time befo'
A seed that gotta blossom, I got time to grow
Even though I'm fighting hard, it's a mission to rise
See the angels flying by, when I open my eyes
Now I realize, that I was made to rhyme
See the clouds from above, know it's time to shine
So I gotta unwind, let the game unfold
It's your life go on live it, man that's what I was told
So I'm staying on my knees, to the Lord I'm praying
It's a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[talking]
You know it's still U.G.K. for life
Free that boy Pimp C, we keeping it trill down here baby
Already, that boy Keke the Don, Mike Jones
And Bun B, we gon show you how we do it baby
[Bun B]
Well I'm an underground king fool, sitting on the throne
Flipping through the South, in my Cadillac chrome
Showing boys love, making moves breaking bread
My nose to the ground, trying to keep my family fed
A lot done been said, but ain't much been done yet
Boys bumping they gums, from sun up to sunset
Bout what they gon do, and what I won't do
They think they wanna see me crunk, but they don't want to
Cause I get fired up, in any jump off
I get that ride pump, and let it dump off
Cause ain't no slowing down, when it be po'ing down
Best to move around, when them Texas boys is throwing down
We don't talk about it baby, we just do it
I thought you knew it, ain't nothing to it
So if you need me fool, you know just where to find me
In V.A., with all of Texas behind me already
[Hook]
Are you really feeling good tonight, (already)
Are you gon represent your hood tonight, (already)
Cause the drinks on me, and the bar tab heavy
Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
Well do you got a icy piece on your chain, (already)
Well what about your watch, your wrist and your ring (already)
If it's your Lac or your Benz, or your old school Cheve
Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
[Lil' Keke]
Boys just be talking, haters just be bumping
I'm riding up the slab, in my old school thumping
Trunk just barking, flossing no parking
Jackers playing games, and they days get darkened
The Don (already), got your gun (already)
Cause it's 84's and 4's, candy do's on a Cheve
(already), know I'm saying down here that's how we say it
T.V. screens four fifteens, navigation's how I play it
Get your grind on, and I'll get mine on
This for 7-1-3, Central time zone
It's the fly way the highway, we taking a risk
They say them country boys crazy, when they listen to this
Bun B, Mike Jones and Lil' Keke the Don
I know boys be shooting slugs, but I'm so teflon
From the 8100 block, whether you like it or not
It was a struggle from the bottom, but I'm back on top already
[Hook]
[Mike Jones]
It's already been proven, we winning y'all losing
Cause Mike Jones, Bun B and Lil' Ke is who they choosing
I'm proving, to all them non believers that refuse me
That if you grind you gon shine, there's nothing to it
I flip candy with the gloss, diamonds on the cross
A million dollar house, with the platinum in my mouth
(already) I leave the lot drop the top, candy on Perelli
whomikejones.com, or you can hit me on my celly
G'yeah, 281-330-8004
Who's cell phone number is that, (Mike Jones)
I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already-already)
I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already-already)
I said I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already)
[Lil Keke:]
That's Right
Ain't I?
Don Ke, Z-Ro The Crooked
Yung Redd, Paul Wall, baby
Ain't I
Thank I
Thank I Ain't Nigga?
Don Ke In The Building Check It Out
Ain't I, can't I, show up my swag ball
Tippin' in the drop, still ridin' with the rag off
Gotta couple of honeys, laughing out my game plan
Ain't I, Ain't I sum' like a bad man?
Say she wanna test drive, sumthin' that's fresh by
Smoking on the lemon drop, coming through extra high
Ain't I something fresh, Ain't I something clean
Bustin' niggas pockets, selling hoes dreams (okay)
Chasing after massive bucks, tougher than gorilla knucks
Sucka slow yo roll when you step on these Gucci
Knock a down, knock a out, go ahead and finish her
Hotter than a hot boy, better check the temperature
Shakin' all ya haters, try'na get close to me
Smoking on some broccoli I love making grocery
All about the cash flow these haters must see why
Yung Don Ke I'm the truth nigga, Ain't I
[Z-Ro:]
Uh, King Of The Ghetto when I'm rapping like Luther Vandross when I'm singing
A stranger when I'm dunking get to going off just to win his can't explain it
I'm the last brother you wanna fuck over, cause that ain't why
But nigga yo momma, daddy yo sister even the dawgs gotta die
I'm training the fish tank over too ain't nobody goin live to tell
There goin be another 9-11 in yo section 'fore I end up back in jail
Ain't I, that rapper that punch like a boxer in his crime
As intelligent as an executive not just a soft in homicide
It's been five years since I sat down with J-Prince and signed that line
Different way shipping for some time, I wish I could go back in time
Only a dollar bill can help me locate my nickels and dimes
So if I fuck around and completely go crazy, y'all ain't ready for me to lose my mind
Ain't I, so serious with my wordplay I make gangstas cry
The same wordplay can make the same gangstas make gangsta die
Ain't I, respected in these streets damn right
But luxury I'm in the hood with my people everyday and night
[Paul Wall:]
Ay, I gotta big ole cup of juice and a bag of that bubble
I'm topless on butter with a Screw tape that studder
Ain't I like the weather crawling down on the spiders
On the dresser is a 4-4 and 25 Lighters
Haters try to egknight us and all of the blog writers
They knock us and they bite us, but I ball them the sliders
Never go to Midas and no, I'm on that apple gloss
Paper stack my money run long like Randy Mouse
Bobbers on deck, they want a G that's papered up
Mayne hold up, I need some mo? mud up in my cup?
I got put up on game, the Don laced me up
Smoking with the King Of The Ghetto and got my mind stuck
You see that two-door fleewood on bonebuck
I'm on them roller skates, sliding like a hockey puck
It's Paul Wall baby, Ain't I the champ?
With my dawg Yung Redd, we representing for the cameras, mayne
[Yung Redd:]
Yung Redd homie!
Ah, it's ya nigga on green, ain't his paper green enough
With the bobbers so big, so get'cha calories up
Ain't I the freshest in the city, ain't my album coming soon
Ain't these other rappers sick, tell em get them better soon
Ain't I out here no mo, ain't he fly, ain't he paid
Ain't you niggas speaking on me ain't that what them hoes say
Na, I don't read the paper all the rumors ole news
Man ya swag's futuristic to get, three-thousand-two
Hundred house on deck don't say it ain't warrant
Dead presidents, I'm a real ghost monster
Ain't I blowing on tarantula my eyes Yung Redd
Spiderman flows glass super-shooting wells
Might as well special-layer, earrings retarded
Paper or plastic I'm try'na black card-ed
And we doing this for Hawk, Screw, Mo, P.A.T.
Pimp C and all the fallen, if so what I be
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, because we 3 time felons
Now peep game, I promise on sight it's going down
AK's and clips, that's filled with hundred rounds
It's my time no stress, I locate Tip
Tell him load up everything mayn, these boys a trip
I gotta call a meeting, so we can lay the format
We 'bout to sweep the whole streets, yeah the Don said that
I put my life up on it, these niggaz gonna come up missing
Lying, talking and snitching, in these streets big sixing
Don't play these games, because you think you a star
You might of had yourself a battle, but you ain't ready for war
This shit is complicated, that's why you mark niggaz hate it
Scared to roll the dice, because you punks can't fade it
They hesitated, to even test it again
That's why they perpetrated, because they click is pretend
I'm on a paper chase, you know the road to riches
Serious about my feddy and I'm busting all snitches what
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, because we 3 time felons
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, it's a must I get my do'
It's a must I move this snow, befo' the FED's kick in my do'
Crack is what I'm selling, these fake ass niggaz telling
My mama is raising hell'n, crying screaming and yelling
Lots of dogs smelling, around my residence
They looking for evidence, and mob they presidents
On cuts I'm legendary, by any means necessary
These cake ass niggaz scary, and singing like canaries
You'll find a cemetery, if you caught up in my mix
I still hit brick licks and I'm good with arithmetic
This game is getting deep and I'm playing for keeps
Contaminating the streets, while you broke niggaz sleep
It ain't no telling 'bout this click, 'cause you know we don't play
It be forever and a day, with that H A W K
It's the 2 double 2, flipping pies we ain't through
CD's and LP's, for the people like you
Get your mash on whoalie, get your cash on whoalie
Niggaz snitching and bitching, but I promise they don't know me
It's a trip mayn, because these punk niggaz telling
Commission rich click, we some 3 time felons what
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, because we 3 time felons
Let's get this money baby, now it's a dangerous job
Y'all so close to getting robbed, by the Southside mob
We do the dumping nigga and it don't matter the state
Y'all continue to playa hate and get yourself checkmate
They better recognize, all this money and power
'Cause it be hour after hour, on you mark ass cowards
I gets my cash and fill up the stash befo' I flash
Superstars mash, with two hundred on the dash
This rap game, the legal crack game
You know it's cocaine and fame, on this hustler's name
I gets my money right, I'm dedicated for real
It be killas and drug dealers, that'll snatch out your grill
I lay the lick down, 'cause I'm gon' get mine
And if these niggaz out of line, then these niggaz dying
I ain't the one mayn, you better watch who you telling
Lil' Keke the Don, also known as a felon
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, because we 3 time felons
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, ain't no way for me to stop
Call me a bad man, I'm trying to take it to the top
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
Got out the gate, they better pack up and run
Watch your step, oh lord, there he go here he come
Now surprise, 'cause we back on the grind
I capitalize and make rookies apologize
Now feel this, if you's a player you can keep it
Houston we so throwed, I'm the best kept secret
This game funny, but I'm just looking for the money
Constantly riding dubs dropping tops when it's sunny
They say we country, they better check us again
'Cause the truck, Lex and Benz they shipped without the ends
We did that, whether it's gold or plat
We Gucci and iceberg like the rest of you cats
One of the biggest on the map, they call us clutch city
Hard in the paint, we killers like Frank Nitty
But back to the lecture at hand
Lil' Keke the Don and I'm a bad, bad man
I'm a bad man, ain't no way for me to stop
Call me a bad man, I'm trying to take it to the top
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, you know I'm ready to rock
Call me a bad man, trying to keep the blocks on hot
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I need a bad woman
I need a super bad broad that's gone keep it coming
It's time to hit it up, so she could eat it up
She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up
Because it's supercalifragilisticexpealidoshious
The game is sick, off the chain, ferocious
Like Roy Jones, the best pound for pound
If you want to test your skills I promise it's going down
A thug to be brought, guess who's turning it out
When I step up in the spot, I'm the shit no doubt
Southside we be ripping, 20 inch flipping
Ride with plenty tools 'cause we always tripping
Like PlayStation 2, I just got more graphics
The measures that we play baby, it's always drastic
Commission Muzic Group, prepare to straight suit
Sit fat, all plat, hop in a brand new coupe
Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see
'Cause right before your eyes it's a certified G
Getting paid on boys like according to plan
Coming straight up out of Texas I'm a, bad man
I'm a bad man, ain't no way for me to stop
Call me a bad man, I'm trying to take it to the top
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, you know I'm ready to rock
Call me a bad man, trying to keep the blocks on hot
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
You really want some of this then bring it on, say what
Stop talking that shit and heaven boy on the phone
I go in the booth, then I change like Clark Kent
Come out a super man and be ready to represent
Took the game by storm, talking cold or warm
Now I'm hotter than a fire that's bringing the 3 alarm
A bad man, you know we rugged and tough
Call me a bad man 'cause I keep on bringing it rough
Uh, perfect destination, platinum situation
My everyday life is like a weekend vacation
A savage, fool you know my click above average
Get out of line we so quick to let you have it
We hard hitters, with no cowards and no quitters
And stand that way, until the lord come get us
I told you before, that I'm a rhyming apparatus
Lil' Keke the Don hell yeah I'm the baddest
I'm a bad man, ain't no way for me to stop
Call me a bad man, I'm trying to take it to the top
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, you know I'm ready to rock
Call me a bad man, trying to keep the blocks on hot
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
'Cause I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
Chorus:
Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene
Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine)
(Lil Keke)
Apple red, brand new grind California Dream Boat
It's super nice, I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coat
Pull up on the scene hot
Can't forget my green top
I'm down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live their dreams out
S.U.C. another year
Drankin like it's Screw in here
We tippin broads and sippin barre, I'm trying to make myself, clear
Boys got to see me on the scene
They say "That young Don keep that mothafucka clean"
I'm out here like a king
Candy on the car
We on them double cups and drankin green labeled barre
They blow the blunt that sticky when they taught me how to hold
I turn the lane and do my thang that young nigga cold
Don 'Ke
Chorus:
Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene
Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine)
(Mike D)
Boys don't know they shouldn't never let the Hogg loose
4 door? stretched out the?
Red turn heads but I come through, in that black thang
Lincoln on Gorillaz, they thankin I'm Fat Pat, mane
Body rock the? turn through the tray
Having it my way
I ball, sunny you gray
Live out the pen, still runnin them jiggas
Eight dollars a cooler, steal they drank nigga
Three summers later
Only question "Where the paper?"
Ain't talking bout a?
Real back, the whig on that old school monsta
? Aviators, ballin since a youngster
Tappin on that iPad, Yappin on that iPhone
Cup full of Big Moe
That kush got my mind blown
Yeah, I say that kush got my mind blown
And the game over cause the mother fuckin Hogg home
Chorus:
Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene
Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine)
(Big Pokey)
Candy red top crack
'45 cocked back (That Lean)
Giving niggas the business, Bitch I'm about that?
Yo we stop that, I'm cleaner than a motha fucka
Crawlin under the strip, fifth leaning like a motha fucka
Hell yeah, I brought my swag with me
Bank roll, bad bitch in the jag with me
Head turning when you see me in the streets
Pullin up in sumtin exotic, the speakers on its feet
Square that up, sold the wall and hit 'em
Smash the pedal to the floor
Watch this motha fucka get off
I pull up on the scene
Got the whip, look at me
? traffic got the whip, looking clean
Yeah
Chorus:
Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene
I'm A Boss.....stand up
[Hook]
[Girl] Oooooooooooohh.....who is the boss
[Keke] who tha boss, who tha boss
got me mind on my money, let em pay what it cost...i'm a boss
[Girl] Oooooooooooohh.....who is the boss
[Keke] who tha boss, who tha boss
work hard for the paper i aint tryna take a loss...i'm a boss
[Verse 1]
The B-O-double S still hustle wit the best
Got my mind on the grind aint no time for the rest
20 karat chain lay flat across the chest
Got my hands on them birds as soon they leave the nest
I'm on ridin wit my 12 gauge pump
Been a boss from the jump, go getta like Trump
Don of the city, 7 - 13
In a Benz on the scene lookin' so european
I'm clean, tight, pin stripes white
3 piece all black make a hater get right
A boss like Slim, a boss like Ross
S.U.C, Lil Ke', TF, Swisha House, I'm a Boss...
[Hook]
[Girl] Oooooooooooohh.....who is the boss
[Keke] who tha boss, who tha boss
got me mind on my money, let em pay what it cost...i'm a boss
[Girl] Oooooooooooohh.....who is the boss
[Keke] who tha boss, who tha boss
work hard for the paper i aint tryna take a loss...i'm a boss
[Verse 2]
I came back strong when they said i wasn't
It's me and Farris til the end and its all or nothin'
Play cards in the streets and i fixed me bad hand
Thanks to G Dash im a straight up Made Man
It don't make dollars then it dont make sense
Give a shout to the Boss of the South "J Prince"
H-Town, Texas them ducks in the water
Straight out the pipeline from Georgia to Florida
RT Hemi when we skatin' in the Charger
Bentley Coupe nice but the 4 door larger
Fresh Louie bag, 25 on the tag
Don Ke', Southside and i talk wit a swag, i'm a Boss...
[Hook]
[Girl] Oooooooooooohh.....who is the boss
[Keke] who tha boss, who tha boss
got me mind on my money, let em pay what it cost...i'm a boss
[Girl] Oooooooooooohh.....who is the boss
[Keke] who tha boss, who tha boss
work hard for the paper i aint tryna take a loss...i'm a boss
[2X]
ooooooooohhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaah
yeeeeaaaaaaaah
[2X]
(Lil'Keke)
Ya love this, ya love that
Ya love this, ya love that
Ya love this, ya love that
Ya love this, ya love that
(Verse 1)
Alrite just listen up
And let me break it down
Through Missi, Tenni, Alanta
Georgia, and back to H-Town
We still be running thangs
Tryin to get it for cheddar
Baby, ain't nuttin changed
Livin this life for real
Man, we top the game
And I ain't never give up
Cause after this I'm just stuck
Talkin shit outta luck
Cause I'm lovin this thang
Livin it up, Givin it back
I'm feeling?
Like a pimp in a lac
I got so many friends
My ain't a shit it even funny
Lord, how people change
When a man get some money
I stay payin dues
On my P's and Q's
And regardless to what they say
I'm leavin suckas confused
Now let me recollect
Take a minute to breathe
And put the mic in check
I got some love for real
But ain't no disrespect
But on the cool, I be flippin
Followed by some gangsta ass
Niggas that be trippin
I be breakin bread
Instead of splittin wheels
But ain't no tellin
What I do, when I see my kids
So I stay holdin on
Instead of sittin back
I don't retreat out from the street
Now do you love that?
(Chorus)
Now do you love it?
Livin how you suppose to live
Bank accounts, plenty of cash
With some beautiful kids
Now do you love it?
Bein where you love to be
They say, Money ain't a thang
Baby, It's all on me
Now do you love it?
Feelin how you like to feel
Everythang is lookin good
Man this life is real
Now do you love it?
How much you love that?
How much you love this?
How much you love that?
Now do you love it?
(Verse 2)
Takin family trips on ships
Eatin that good food
Leavin hundred doller tips
Ain't that the life man?
You got it all in your hand
Swimmin pools, jacuzzis
Blue water, and white sand
I stay goin hard
Put the cash in the bank
I got the platinum card
Now it's ATM and checks
Plus the straight charge
And ain't no sense in me lying
We livin so large
We livin LARGE
I gotta go get a dog
If I wanna live phat
Like Mr. Boss Hogg
I could style and fall
But I'm gonna ball yall
Because it gots to get better
Grippin and fittin tight
Like a Iceberg sweater
It's a new raise
A new day, a new era
Holding onto the world
Like a brand new Beretta
Now I'm bustin shots
I'm talkin bout lyric for lyric
Makin the club bop
You better get it together
(Chorus)
Now do you love it?
Livin how you suppose to live
Bank accounts, plenty of cash
With some beautiful kids
Now do you love it?
Bein where you love to be
They say, Money ain't a thang
Baby, It's all on me
Now do you love it?
Feelin how you like to feel
Everythang is lookin good
Man this life is real
Now do you love it?
How much you love that?
How much you love this?
How much you love that?
I know ya love this
I know ya love that
I know ya love this
I know ya love that
How much ya love the mass
How much ya love the cash
How much ya love ya name
How much ya love the fame
How much ya love it?
me & you
its gon be a gangster weekend
im lovin your look
lifestyle of a crook feel dis
{Verse One}
hey, summer time baby june and july
presidental top floor somewhere gettin high hey
lets take advantage of the sun do some strip crawlin
lets spent a few racks and capitalize on real ballin
you in the CL and so well to the 5 50
we in two different cars but it still feel like you wit me
just let the top down and enjoy dat convertible
get back to the suite so i can lay you down and murder ya
say lets do some big ?? in courtesy of young don
da purse match the ?? dressed all in louis veton
lets serve the appetite and finish off the escapade
start the vehicles and let down chanelle shades
{Hook}
lets hit the interstate, make a couple loops
his and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
side by side, den we go back to back
lets turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, lets hit the interstate, make a couple loops
his and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
side by side, den we go back to back
lets turn a few corners and spent a couple stack
{Verse Two}
she got fresh nails, new heels, and a hair due
im known to get money, be real, and stay true
friday night was just a touch baby im going strong
i knocked it off and knock it down man but its still long
its saturday evening and we leaving for another ride
lets hit a place and conversate somewhere dats really quiet
dis time we lay back in the mayback get ?? threw
i'll rub your thighs and kiss your neck girl dats wat it do
you feeling so wild jammin musiq soulchild
keep up a low smile, peepin out my profile
lets walk the beach and see some sand on this gangster day
take a short break for ice cream and cheese cake
im ready to crawl in ya baby call me spiderman
i like it hot and wet so turn off the ceiling fan
the attitude is right, the body is tramendous
lets floss away together boo his and her benzes
{Hook}
lets hit the interstate, make a couple loops
his and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
side by side, den we go back to back
lets turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, lets hit the interstate, make a couple loops
his and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
side by side, den we go back to back
lets turn a few corners and spent a couple stack hey
{Verse Three}
its sunday morning we wake up to another scene
lets go to church den its baked chicken and collard greens
a beautiful weekend lets finish on a lovely note
park the cars on the peer and climb up in the boat
i got you wave watchin hair blowin in the wind
im don ke baby nothin like ya other men
i put dem stacks on it cause dis a playa moment
girl dis the good life, now how back you really want it
we just some famous stars with street integrity
livin ghetto fab like a neighborhood celebrity hey
im in the driver seat hand grippin plenty wood
i see you crankin up the coupe girl you lookin good
in just a minute we'll be violating the speed limit
i love your style boo so sexy and independent
dey call me high roller, im jus a trend setta
we in dem benzes, crome shoes and plenty leather
{Hook}
lets hit the interstate, make a couple loops
his and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
side by side, den we go back to back
lets turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, lets hit the interstate, make a couple loops
his and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
side by side, den we go back to back
Bury me a G I took the code at early age,
Life as a cook open the book and turn another page
I remember tryna make it selling cheap drugs
Didnt have a father so I idolized street thugs
Jumping gates and ducking laws on a daily basis
At 17 im catching cases now im trading places
Im dranking syrup, smoking weed nigga I aint lying
But dirty piss will get you 6 months of da county time
Im in a grown game pocket full of stones man
Just want some street fame so I can have my own name
Here come dat cory blunt he actin bad and comin down
Dats when I realized da real money out of town
Its seems like it took foreva just to get a brick
But crack cases and murder charges left the hood sick
I met my my nigga Steve showed me a different grind
soon as I caught on they gave my dawg fed time
I got some guns but my mind is a betta weapon
I love da slap but on da cool its a bad investment
This hood game is pain and its a damn shame
This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang
Im from the streets that change boys to men
And when you graduate they give you scholarships to da pen
So please dont spend yo whole life struggling doing wrong
Cuz one day you here and the next day you gone ( Repeat 1x)
I pray to God and go to church but I still sin
These 84s and dirty hoes got me all in
I know a click of niggas really im just sick of niggas
Cuz it gets worse when you get on and u get bigga figgas
When I was broke and lonely I could hear them all bumping
But thangs done changed and all these fools think I owe em sumn.
I got bout 10 homies doing double digit bids
For tryna take care of their families and feed kids
If you can look and listen you can learn a whole lot
Im tryna stay free and miss out on getting shot
Get ya money man they gone judge you anyway
These niggas rite around you gone have some shit to say
But this America nigga best believe we all equal
The ghetto a lovely place for low self esteem people
Im born and raised but I aint tryna die up in da hood
I want my sons to know that daddy doing sumn good
Uncle reggie was a fool and he was slick as grease
But On his third time they hit with a twenty piece
This hood game is pain and its a damn shame
This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang
(Billy Cook)
livin my dreams, if they could
see me now
(Lil'Keke)
if they could see me now
(Billy Cook)
see me now ooh yeah
(Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke)
livin my dreams, cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!
(Lil'Keke)
P-L-A-T-I-N-U-M people in the hood
for real you oughta see them I know I must
do what I can its the same place that
took me from a boy to a man give it all back
only just to see us come up ya'll the same
niggas that use to watch the laws run up
now we concentration on tryna be grown men
watchin the earth turn feelin the world spin
its a mad psalm-tryna do it on your own
one day you here and the next day gone
the sky waits for no one I know you heard that
everything is mad when your broke plus black
I'm dedicated unto my lord I pray cant see the
future livin day one day I'm workin heard
tryna platinum charts in the ghetto my hood
I've touched a million hearts c'mon!
(Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke rp.2x)
livin my dreams, cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!
(Lil'Keke)
my nieghborhood hero-80 or number 0
get yours and get own for real thats all
I know live your dream because its somethin
to see and the best thing happenin is alive and
free I took the cashmoney and started slicin and
cuttin cause I swear that this game aint gon'
promise you nothin its a circumstance that we
all go through some things is fake nigga somethings
true I reconize that I've been down forever
time to pull the family up and try to do it together
I got no where to run and no where to hide
my false is my worst so I'm stuck with pride
cause the women and the cars it dont equal the wealth
so I'm all about my cash tryna impress myself
cause the man make the money-money dont make the man
if you feel what I'm sayin then raise your right hand!
(Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke)
livin my dreams, cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!
(Lil'Keke)
its a hard life so I'm takin it slow
thats the G-H-to the E-to the T-T-O on
a long road but I'ma ride to die and if
you thuggin then you know just what I'm talkin
about its a ependic so I take it to the limit
the hood off the chain them folks they still
in it you should see me now and I aint goin to
far I got love for my people man whoever you are
so I'ma take it back then I'ma bring it up
I aint the only nigga out here dodgin bad luck
try to feel me before I let you go and its
forever and a day we Platinum In Da Ghetto,
In Da Ghetto...
(Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke)
livin my dreams, cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!
(Billy Cook)
I'm tryna give back to the hood
and you see Billy Cook and Lil'Ke
tryna do somethin good we tryna give
somethin back to you, and you, and you
livin my dream if they could see me now
oh me now... (rp.in background of chorus)
(Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke)
livin my dream, cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
We had fights and arguments and all the above
I guess that's the life that comes with true love
Sixteen, probably being too fly
But it's a trip girl look how ten years went by
On the passenger side when I drove my first car
With no, a.c. just praying to be a star
We skipped school, and move around on the double
Go to the crib do it like a married couple
You a hot girl, and I wanna be your T
We both learned the hard way, that's how shit be
And a lot of drama, and I ain't gone lie, it's cheap
But at the end of the day girl you still my boo
It wasn't ever bout the money or the late night grind
Cause a nigga went broke, and did it three more times
From the lame game, to the fortune and fame
Your heat still the same, ain't a damn thang changed, c'mon
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Ain't nothing but love, and ain't a damn thang changed
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Ain't nothing but love, and ain't a damn thang changed
When I left girl, I was coming back to get you
It was picture perfect, but I could paint a perfect picture
I've been hard broke, but it's all in your mind
I use to think about my daddy saying look in time
Cause the media, the public you know how they do it
We use to block em out the way because we so use to it
I don't know everything, but I'm a swear I do
Cause I be damned if another nigga run through you
I use to lace you up, I got you right and tight
Niggas fly as a jet, so don't take that flight
I ain't the one, Lil' Keke the Don, I bar none
Everything done changed since the birth of my son
I'm a different man, whether you see it or not
It's gone be hard for another dude to take my spot
I get my cash baby, because you know it's a must
But the money ain't a thang, that ain't nothing on us, c'mon
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Ain't nothing but love, and ain't a damn thang changed
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Ain't nothing but love, and ain't a damn thang changed
Ain't nothing in the world could take the place of you
You your daddy's best man, and you just turned two
I love the way you high five and jab like defeat
Get dressed and grab your hat cause you rolling with me
You turn the music up soon as we get in the truck
And when I turn it down to talk to you turn it right back up
When we jump out, you want the first thing you see
And I can't really say nothing shit you just like me
You my heart, you my soul, you my pride and joy
You my nigga, you my ace, you my baby boy
You throw your dukes up homie like you ready to fight
With something new everyday, boy you flying your kite
And you stay motivated, so I keep on strutting
And I swear on my life, I wouldn't trade you for nothing
You the best thang happened, couldn't see it no better
Having anything you want, you my dog forever, c'mon
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Ain't nothing but love, and ain't a damn thang changed
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Houston, Texas, the third largest city in the U.S.A
We really off the hook, we off the chain man
No doubt, off the rip, ain't no telling about me
Busting haters on a mill that like a half a ki
I come prepared off the block, keeping one in the chamber
Back from no where here comes the black lone ranger
From a rookie to a star, to a certified pro
Cause I'm all about my dough so I'm the ceo
When I turn on the corner best believe they look
Cause I'm platinum in the ghetto and I'm off the hook
When I jump up in my ride I pack a, concealed weapon
Cause ain't, no, half, stepping
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down fry 'fore I bother you
I'm no fire, baby I done got me a spot
It's the Commission rich man represented by cops
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
They shouldn't of said ran they mouth say he can't come back
He took a year vacation, and he go like that
I'm sitting swoll like that, you know I'm cold like that
Off the hook, off the chain you know we roll like that
I pledge allegiance to the thug society
I grind all week and act a fool on Friday
We click up, dumping the trucks and do the pick up
In and out all these freaks just like a stick up
Who you know, gone be ready to ball
I'm talking bout let it go, and don't matter the price
It might be tailor mo', cause I'm a sure get mine
And then do a 3-60 or get left behind
Push dubs through the city cause I like to shine
Sitting tall on boys with the seats reclined
I'm 25, really trying to live so live
Praying to reach the top before the day I die
H-Town, Atlanta, you love it the most
D-Town, New Orleans represent third coast
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
Don't knock the hustle man it's all the same
We all greedy and hungry and want the same damn thang
T-E-X-A-S let me really represent it
Always riding dirty so the windows stay tinted
Haters frowning up nigga take that mask off
God damn right, I'm stunting my ass off
Houston, is how to get that feel
Memphis 10, Orange Mile then a trip to the Ville
Big ups and more props to the big boy flossing
Fellas living gangsta and woke up in Austin
I'm on a mission cause I love to ro'
Hit the stage on fire then the Don explode
No pain, no game, that's the price of fame
Grab the mic and went off and left the place off the chain
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty Southside
Street Port, Lafayette you know they off the chain
Mississippi, Chi-Town you know they off the chain
Alabama, Arkansas you know they off the chain
Miami, Terror Rate you know they off the chain
Atlanta, Cincinnati you know they off the chain
St. Louis, Kansas City you know they off the chain
H-Town, D-Town you know we off the chain
Cossence Santa Tone you know they off the chain
It's going down, cause that's the name of the game
My nigga D-X got this track off the chain, off the chain
Cause that's the name of the game
E.S.G. huh, Lil' Keke the don
Ha ha, it's long overdue baby
Huh, been waiting for the Southside
That swanging and banging to put it down, what?
Mr. Slim Thug, huh
Northside, Southside let's do this homie
Ha ha, C.M.G. Boss Hogg Outlaws
We platinum in the ghetto, tell 'em Ke
H-Town superstars gotta walk that walk
Popped up on twenty twos, will make you squash that talk
In Texas a living legend, it just ain't my fault
If I see it and I want it, I just go to the vault
We some city slickers
But these niggaz out of state think we some shit kickers
You bring your nuts up on your guns and just try to get us
But I ain't gon' lie you fucking with some real mob figgas
I'm talking hard hitters
We out here stunting, while most of you niggaz faking and fronting
Slim Thug and E.S.G. and Lil' Ke, we pay for hunting
It's a hell of a ride, hell of a role, hell of a stroll
We ship it gold so the paper can fold
Have you ever met some thugs that can ride like us?
Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
Endo, hydro, getting high as us
With a bad little broad on the side of us
'Cause we bouncing, bouncing, rolling up the strip
Twenty inches when I flip, looking good when I dip
And we be riding, sliding, doing what we do
Northside, Southside, we got love for you
Now hol' up hol' up, E.S.G. hit the do'
Say, "Ke, we ain't cooking thirty six no mo'"
I whipped eighty baby, I'm in the game forever
Represent it sold a million independent together
I'm with the Young Don, Boss Hoggs in the do'
Working with a quarter mill, smelling like hydro
Look at the grill hoe, I spent sixty on ice
I'm at the Source Awards looking like a disco light
Purple Sprite push white, FED's starting to get curious
Act a fool like Ja Rule, move fast and furious
What you get when you mix two of the Screwed Up Click
With the Boss of the north standing 'bout six six
Now this is it, watch me spit sixteen from the heart
R.I.P. to DJ Screw, you was there from the start
Now on your mark get ready, playa roll up a ounce
'Cause when the hook come in, drop your top gon bounce, huh
Have you ever met some thugs that can ride like us?
Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
Endo, hydro, getting high as us
With a bad little broad on the side of us
'Cause we bouncing, bouncing, rolling up the strip
Twenty inches when I flip, looking good when I dip
And we be riding, sliding, doing what we do
Northside, Southside, we got love for you
It's H-Town dream team, ball more than a king
I guess it's in my bloodstream to be about my green
A new face on the scene, I'm the rap game rookie
Trying to do some new, I'm tired of cooking up cookies
We getting paid down here, living laid down here
Hit the club with bald fades and braids down here
Slim E and Ke, we Texas best
We three hard young G's, that don't settle for less
You can't mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on top
When I park at the club, my rims don't stop
They keep cutting, ten G's for these with the buttons
In the DTS strutting, I ain't want for nothing
From the bottom to the top and I can't fail
I'm in a click about they mail, I know you can tell
We living swell 'cause we got a lot of thangs to sell
I know the FED's on my trail but I'm giving 'em hell
Have you ever met some thugs that can ride like us?
Cutting corners, burning blocks, looking fly as us
Endo, hydro, getting high as us
With a bad little broad on the side of us
'Cause we bouncing, bouncing, rolling up the strip
Twenty inches when I flip, looking good when I dip
And we be riding, sliding, doing what we do
Ain't nothing in the world more expensive than free
It takes a whole lifetime to pay the cost of a G
My little homie done ten, but shit at least he alive
And all the niggas he came up with either dead or retired
And some inside, they still waiting parole
I pray my niggas hold they head where its dark and cold
You can't win em all, that's what the old folks say
It's like trying to sweep leaves on a windy day
Take a look in the mirror cause it's all bout you
They say it's hard but its fair, man it's sad but it's true
The first thing I learned was by adding and subtracting
You movie star niggas need to shol quit acting
Bumps in the road I just used them for lessons
Getting a piece of mind, I considered them blessings
Ain't had a real clear thought up in a long time
It's a dark grind but a nigga still shine
I got a few homies gone and I miss my boys
We had a lot of good summers and I miss them toys
Is there heaven for a G, can a hustler make parole.
This fo niggas in the streets steady loosing their soul (Repeat1x)
One mans lose is another mans gain
Thats why you cant get trapped doing the same thing
Stop buying rims and cars just to feel betta
Cuz the jewelry like to sin us niggas to foreva
Keep yo game tight like a bill cosby sweater
Put yo bread up, try to save all yo cheddar
U kno I miss my boys up in da summer time
I think about you everyday nigga I aint lying.
We used to run like them getaway cars
Fast and hard tryna chase them broads
Seem like that nigga reggie aint gone neva make parole
And I aint seen my uncle since I was 12 yrs old
Screw died, Pat murderd Hawk got killed
Im the last one left original thats real
Takes more than a song thats how I feel
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