[Big Moe]
Oooooh, yeeeeeah
Take it from a thug, take it from a thug
[Hook x2: Big Moe]
Thug niggaz, never sweat these hoes
Cause playas, always get chose
So you don't gotta trick, your do'
If you real you gon hit playa, take it from a pro
[Mr. 3-2]
Now playas, still don't sweat these hoes
Spitting conversation, while I ride deuce-4's
You know's how I do, I get paid off a trick
Changed my name from Mr. 3-2, to Pimp Chris
I ain't ya suga daddy, like Willie Fu-Fu
2003, girls got on they choosing shoes
Keep my pockets paid, my Harley got sprayed
They breaking they toes, to keep daddy living laid
Playa made, from the bottom to the top
Making boys drop out, 'fore them panties drop
I hopped in this pimping, cause girls love a playa
Do anything I say, and come back with that thay-ar
With no problem, or harassment at all
That's why when I'm in the mall, we all gon ball
Gucci for them, and a mink for me
Baby playas get chose, it ain't hard to see
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
I don't grab they arms, I don't pinch they ass
These hoes know, when they see a young nigga with cash
Cleaner than a motherfucker, like I just took a bath
So when these hoes walk by, how the fuck can they pass
A nigga like me up, she know that it's real
Plus I'm from Big Ballin' Texas, she know that I'm trill
And she heard that I can fuck, she wanna know how it feel
I'ma take her to me bedroom, and show her my skills
Cause I'm a playa that get chose, it's my call of duty
And I wage war with cot, and I brawl with booty
And this message goes out to, all my cuties
That I done beat the pussy up, and put all them movies
Had the time of your life, girl your nigga's a G
And you always gon call me, cause your nigga's a flea
And everytime you go to sleep, boo you dreaming bout me
Cause deep down I'm everything, you want your nigga to be
A gangsta a gentleman, plus I talk with class
But I'll still bend you over, and walts that ass
Pull your perm acting out, once I'm talking trash
Like baby who pussy this, pop-pop that ass
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Everything's, still lovely
I'm on drank, I done chilled off the Bubbly
Niggaz mad, cause they hoes wanna fuck me
But these boys, these boys they bet not touch me if you ugly
Boys wondering why, they hoes be fiending
Cause they done licked on my nuts, and swallowed my semen
Hoes be dreaming, of having sex with me
And these jealous ass niggaz, got plex with me
See girls get full of that, extasy
And they all wanna fuck me, O and 3
Since I'm the H-A-W-K, I'm doing things my way
I fucked her and her, and your fiance
Your girl was bootylicious, just like Beyonce
And your niggaz wanna be like me, someday
No how no way, can he do this
And how many hoes, out there suck dick
[Hook x2]
[Big Moe]
Take it from a pro, baby
3-2 and Lil' O, baby
H.A.W.K. and Big Moe, baby
[Chorus x2: Big Moe]
Hey heeeeeyyy take it from a pro take it from a proooo
Thug niggas never sweat these hoes cause playas always control
We ain't got trick cause yall a know the deal so here playa take it from
A pro
[Mr.3-2]
Now player never sweat these hoes
Spittin game at them while i'm riding on vouges
Had to kick the does like a broad a talking
Broads love the way this big boss be flossing
Now see 99 I let a hoe be a hoe
They wan't leave me alone keep calling my prime co
See I like her and she see the drop
Just cause your baby daddy on lock
My game don't stop some of these broads be scraping
Running around saying she pregnant with my baby
Wanting to be my lady put her pack in my mercedes
For the year two tripple O mann these bopper can't fade me
And lately I been knocking them out by the dozen
Her her sister and her fine lil cousin
All in the same peep these broads are freaks
Better keep a condom on and leave these broads in the street
[Chorus x2: Big Moe]
[Lil' O]
I don't trick to hoes it's Big Dick to hoes
Face down ass up with their kits exposed
Bust a nut wash my dick grab my shit then go
Then I tell them let the mother suckers get your clothes
Then I slide out the doe cause i'm raw like that
Scratch out in the lex cause I ball like that
But I ain't trippin cause I know the way I talk my back
That she can't wait for a playa just to call her back
Then I hit the club ballin with a bad attitude
Hoes like who you think you is i'm like bitch who is you
I'm Lil' O 8900 Braeswood boo
And baby all you broads beneath me like you under my shoe
Cause I know the playa rules and bite boppers ankles off with gator Shoes and
ball till I fall and give all you broads the blues
Da fat rat wit the cheese make me front the public crew you know what We gon
[Chorus x2: Big Moe]
[Big Hawk]
Every thangs looking lovely champaine caviare sipping bubbley
And I can what you hoes thinking of me
Cause the girls the girls the girls they love me want to rub me
But yall ugly they just love a man
Take a second hoodrat and give her eye contact
After all that i'm in the kiddie kat
You knock FAT PAT whole up on all that
Drop the chit chat back back back back
Serve them like a mama give them baby semilac
These hoes just wanna get sexual
With this squad devernaire intellectual
After sexual on their chance to paper
And all my ex bitches yea they got that paper
Paper chaser bad thug heart breaker
Is it me you love or is it my navigator
Perpatrator I don't carry a wallet
After I break a bitch college why cry for knowlege
So you're just another caught up as hoe
Trying to play pro as you got no doe fo shoe
[Z-Ro]
Lord, have mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy, mercy
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Ooh wee, dear lord I don't want that to be me
Another black boy in the penitentiary
So many fall victim to these evil streets
And it just makes me say ooh wee
[Lil' O]
Even though life is hard
I walk through the thunderstorm knowing there's a god
And when trouble comes he'll be my shield and my sword strike down my foes
But I feel sorry for the ones that don't have god and don't know
Inhale the weed through my mouth, exhale out my nose
I've seen many niggas fell chasing money and clothes
Look in the game, cause the block feeds us
Chasing blood money, that's why we block bleeders
We grew up hating the police cause the cops beat us
And now we grown full of hate and we got heaters
And what a wicked combination, cause now a nigga out of control
And we ain't trying to hear shit, about we on the wrong road
We always got to catch a case, and the jail cell close
For a nigga just like us, got to fill us with holes
And ain't it cold, cause we suppose to stick to the trend
Even though the trend is dying or ending up in the penn but
[Chorus]
Ooh wee, dear lord I don't want that to be me
Another black boy in the penitentiary
So many fall victim to these evil streets
And it just makes me say
Ooh wee dear lord I don't want that to be me
Another black boy in the ground six feet deep
So many fall victim to these evil streets
And it just makes me say ooh wee
[Lil' O]
You tell me how you take the pain out
When you hear your partner just blew his brians out
You see the pressure of these streets it make you crazy
And everybody say they love you huh, but everybody shady
And all the youngsters got babies with mouths to feed
But all the youngsters dropped out they ain't got no degree
Cause these youngsters chasing cars and material things
But all the youngsters ain't thinking about the pain it could bring
I lost soul on the block, I will walk the streets
Going so hard on my grind, I forgot to eat
I can't forget the day my partner got knocked off his feet
By a dopefiend with a gauge trying to rob him for cheese
I saw the fear in his eyes, he knew he'd been shot and his leg was paralyzed
They had to amputate his legs that's when I realized how raw could be
and living life in these streets cause it wasn't for me, cause
[Chorus]
[Lil' O]
Dear father up in heaven have mercy on us
Protect us from these evil streets that be murdering us
Protect us from these crooked cops that put burden on us
Protect us from these heartless D.A's that put hurting on us
Protect us from ourselves, some of us don't know no better
Thinking that a life of crime the only way to get cheddar
Protet us from our jealousy and our lust for power
Knowing the devil walk the street seeking room to devour
I ain't really got no friends
cause all my real dogs are in the grave or in the pen
They left when they was boys, I won't see them till they men
And then my little partner man he just signed for ten
Where does the drama end
I put money on they books to try to ease they pain
Praying to the lord hoping they find peace again
And I give thanks for my life knowing so meet they end
I'ma survive, stay alive and keep my ass out the penn cause
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
I don't want to end up in jail
I don't want to end up in the penn
I don't want to end up in the ground
I don't want to end up like my friends [x2]
[talking]
For everyone I ever hurt, for everyone
That ever gave a damn about me
This ones for you, I apologize
[Billy Cook: singing in background]
[Lil' O: x2]
How could I be a fool [x3]
My loved ones
[Lil' O]
You say I'd go to jail, knowing everyday's like this
Asking why you a thug, you wasn't raised like this
You always told me go to school, and behave your best
Instead I broke your heart, sold dope and gave you stress
But everytime I got caught up, you was there for me
And everytime I went to jail, you shed tears for me
I never told you that I loved you, and you dared to me
Cause as a child I never knew, how much you cared for me
Remember running from the laws, I had to swallow that crack
And my heart stop beating, and my lungs collapsed
The doctor told you come see me, cause he doubt I'll come back
But you said you couldn't stand to see your son like that
On life support and a coma, handcuffs on my feet
So instead you sent my uncle to be checking on me
How'd I make it, probably all the prayers to God on your knees
And I apologize there for your grief, can you forgive me
[Chorus x2]
How could I be a fool
Not knowing when I hurt myself, I also hurt you
For that I was a bastard, I was selfish I was cruel
I hope you can forgive me for the pain I put you though, my loved ones
[Lil' O]
My Auntie came to see her nephew
She said I love you, but you know I gots to check you
The way you act is a disgrace, and disrespectful
But still you blood, so I pray the Lord protect you
Cause I know that you done got yourself in drama, and you going to war
Don't even lie to me, I seen the bullet holes in your car
Your daddy told me, that he found a gat up under your drawer
Know if you live by the gun, you gon die by the sword
I know that sense a child, you not evil
So what's this, that I'm hearing you done shot people
Don't let society justify, we not equal
Running round here like a demon, wondering God keep you
Cause the route that you going down baby, if you keep this up
The devil gon snatch your life, and come eat you up
Fight the demons, don't let these streets sweep you up
And cause of you getting sleep is rough, and that ain't fair
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O]
If you was still alive, I wonder what you'd say to me
You'd probably slap my face, and tell me you ashamed of me
How did your child become the beast, that I became to be
But I ain't blaming you, the blame's on me
Cause my mama always bust her ass, making sure that her kid's had
But I always had to keep up with the latest new fad
I had more than most kids, but I still wasn't glad
And when I found out like dope, it's like my mind went bad
It was the G's, the rush, my greed, my lust
If you wouldn't get me something, I go get it like what
A 15 year old boy, wanting money like a grown up
Before I knew, I had the block sown up, I'm blowing up
Having street fame, thinking this what life is about
Bringing drama home, so daddy kicked me out of the house
Because of you he asked me back, I told him no what to shout
I'm having money, my own crib and I'm loving this route
[Chorus x2]
[talking:]
See Willo, I ain't even trying to be fly on this one
I'm just being real wit ya (just being real baby)
One bitch, just ain't gon cut it for me
[Hook x2: Chad Jones]
I got my main bitch, I got my mistress
I got my young hoe, uh-oh
I know, it sounds cool
But that's how us playas roll, uh-oh ay-ay
[Lil' O:]
Now from the halls of Manu Zuma, to the South of the seas
You ain't never met a playa, like Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze
And I don't fucked some of the baddest hoes, you niggaz done seen
I'm a pussy beating ass slapping, cot wolverine
Cause a fiend I mean pussy, on a regular basis
And have her sixty-booing, with the regular faces
I like to switch it up, when I go different places
So like a true playa man, I keep me three aces
My main bitch is the shit, with her chocolate ass
That's why I go get a mill, she'll stop and smash
She treat a playa like a king, she don't talk no trash
And she been down for the longest, so I drop some cash
She get Manolo boots, and sole whole suits
Baby tell bottom B's, girl you so so cute
A real playa know a woman's worth, you know O do
So anything that you want, you won't hear no boo
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
Now you can say that I'm tripping, even out of my mind
But niggaz been having hoes, since the beginning of time
And I ain't trying to condone it, like sinning is fine
But my daddy was a playa, so it's in my bloodline
And this life of mine I lead, filled by money and weed
Moving a hundred miles per hour, a nigga pumping for greed
And this game'll stress you out, cause the niggaz you feed
So it takes a special girl, to understand all my needs
And my mistress understand, that I'm a man with power
That's why she rub me on my back, while I stand in the shower
Whisper sweet things in my ear, body smelling like flowers
Then she lick me on my navel, then attend to my tower
Our relationship is sour, cause sometimes she get hurt
Then I wanna leave her 'lone, cause I don't think that'll work
But everytime I see her ass, my jaw drop to the dirt
Cause my boo one of the baddest, yellas walking the earth
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
My young hoe 20 years old, out of control
She ain't old enough to drink, but she swallow me whole
That's my pretty young flower, man the blossom is cold
And everytime a nigga see it, they stop dropping and roll
And she go to TSU, but she love skipping class
I gotta threaten her, and say don't make me get on your ass
You come home if you want, with some brains at the pad
You thought Ike was a fool, watch how I put down my last
She acted like trash, talked wild and loud when I met her
But fuck it that's my young hoe, she don't know any better
I introduced her to class, rolling on chrome and leather
Told her baby be a lady, you'll get treated much better
She like to reach for my baretta, I say no it's no game
Baby sit your young ass down hoe, soak up some game
You think this street life is cool, nigga slanging cocaine
You better stay your ass in school bitch, and go fix your brain
Cause that pussy ain't paying, like it use to baby
And we ain't really big on tricking, you in Houston baby
Will I keep you maybe, if you keep your flare
But at least you could say, you got raised by a playa
[talking]
See God been real good to me in my life
So I just wanted to take time out to thank him, you know
Cause I'm a cat that's been through a lot, and me just
Being alive and free right now, rapping this to you
Is a blessing to me, you know
Cause a lot of the cats I grew up with
Did thangs, but they all dead or locked up you know
So it's just a blessing for me to say hey man, I'm still here
[Hook x2]
See I'm just thanking God, that I'm here
I'm 'posed to be, behind bars doing years
Or in the graveyard, with my peers
Street life, it's hard but it's fair
[Lil' O]
I swear to God I was the kid, that was 'posed to be the President
Who would ever think, I'd call the jail house my residence
Got caught with the evidence in seventeen, four and a half
Two down cash, a 3-80 and a triple beam
Life ain't what it always seem, I ain't always gleam
I ain't always have, but a playa always dream
Took Penitentiary chances in the streets, to get this green
I know I'm young but I can't wait, I want the best of thangs
Money made us crazy, crack made us lazy
Fuck a job dog, a 9 to 5 couldn't pay me
I ain't know no better then, I was just a baby
I fell in love with the streets, but the streets betrayed me
Killed all my partnas, turned good girls to boppers
Some of these boys to junkies, all the rest is locked up
So much drama in my life, but this ain't a opera
The only way I made it through, was thanks to the Father
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
When we jumped in the game, we knew we'd taken a risk
But ain't no way in hell we thought, that we would end up like this
The FED's just got Kenny Lou, on some conspiracy shit
And I probably won't see Mark, till 2000 and 6
I take a sip of the Belvey, it helps me to calm my nerves
Cause the price of living wealthy and healthy, when moving birds
In a city like Houston Texas, where everybody on the grind
And we was raised since little kids, that we gotta shine
We live with baller minds, killed for dollar signs
You drop your ball, everyone go grab a hollow mine
Pray for the children in the streets, not just Columbine
Because we dying everyday, it's a sign of times
Man this life of mine, is filled with death
Sometimes I feel guilty, that my lungs filled with breath
A thousand dollars man, they killed my nigga Norris for less
And because of that I know that I'm blessed, it could of been me
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
It's a shame when you walk down, memory lane
All you see is niggaz ghosts dog, picture my pain
And I don't bar witness fool, I've seen the sickest of things
My partna died, just because he put his dick in a dame
See if it ain't the HIV, it's the Penitentiary
Or these niggaz trying to get you, for your motherfucking cheese
That's why I stay low key, and try to duck and dodge the heat
Cause I don't want the Boulevard, to try to swallow me
See I'm a real G, but I ain't gon lie
Everybody talking tough, but I don't wanna die
At least not right now, Lord I'm too hot right now
It's a lot of shit I want, that I ain't got right now
Lord, I can't stop right now
I don't want my daddy yelling out, not my child
At a funeral, man this life so wild
We need Christ right now, man
[Hook x2]
[talking]
I wanna dedicate this one to everybody we lost
In the struggle, DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mello, Mafio
B.G. Gator, all my dogs from the block man
Cornhead, Lil' Ag, Lil John, man there's too many
Of y'all to name mayn, Lil' Norris mayn
Miss all y'all boys, all my partnas on lock mayn
Black Ass, Kenny Lou, Mark, Pig
Man I love all y'all boys mayn, Lord man there's too
Many to name mayn, but I pray for y'all every night man
[talking:]
(hello), man Keisha what's the deal
I been blowing up your pager, and calling your phone all day
Why you ain't hit me back, (boy do not call me no mo')
[Hook:]
Say you don't love her, stop lying
Cause when you heard a playa hit, bitch you start crying
But damn you supposed to be a playa, and if you don't love her why you care
Man I know it's cold, but it's fair
[Lil' O:]
I hopped out the Lex coupe, looking way too cute
Boppers asking who is that, hit you sure to who
But god damn he got loot, look at all them diamonds
Girl peep them shoes Gucci, yeah that boy is shining
So if you guess I'm a baller, lil' mama you fucking right
And tell your friend to holla, cause we fucking tonight
I got a suite at the Double Tree, we could blow a sweet and sip bubbly
Hop into the sheets, and bum ugly
I'm straight to the point girl, it's the thug in me
If your man said he seen you leave, say it wasn't me
She said who is he, well my man ain't bout shit
He mess with other broads, and he ain't even rich
Cause ain't you Lil' O, from from off of Braeswood block
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, can't stop won't stop
The one who be balling, in a Lex and a drop
When he hear that you hit, it's gon really run him hot
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
I said, baby how that sound
He can't be a playa, chasing you around town
Yeah I know you jazzy, and your body going down
But ain't no bra work me busting rounds, or even trying to clown
Cause all I wanna do with you, is have a lil' fun
And I ain't even tripping, he can have you when I'm done
If you think I'm trying to cuff you, baby boo I ain't the one
Now jump up in the Lex, so I can jump up in your buns
She said let's jet, now what's next
Freaky hot sex, like we from the projects
She licked me from my toes, to me neck then I wrecked
But here comes her man, with the plex
Cause now the sucker blow a baby up, on a cellular phone
Saying where you at, better get your ass home
I know you with a nigga, cause I heard from Tyrone
When I see you I'ma whoop you, until old daddy's home
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
Man it's boys, out of line
He gon make me act a fool, and hit him with the nine
Swearing he a playa, but he hating on my shine
The way you be cuffing broads, it should be a crime can't you see are you blind
She don't want you no more, put her ass in G
(man you knocked my gal down), why you asking me
(man where are y'all at), we sipping dackeries
Eating steak, at the Cheesecake Factory
That's how a playa do it, can you ball like that
Hell naw lil' buster, now call her back
And when we leave her, I'ma be all in her cat
And if you come up here tripping, I'ma scald you black
She gon, eat it up
Then I'ma roll her on her stomach, then beat it up
Then I'ma smack her on her ass, then skeet a nut
Then I'ma drop her at your crib, playa keep the slut nigga what whoa whoa
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in parenthesis]
Girl I think I want to slow down cause your the one for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
And I'ma spoil ya girl, give ya all the world
Cause I can't forget about the thangs ya done for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
[Verse 1: Lil' O]
Four in the mornin and I'm chillin with my late night hype
I just hit but she aint my type
she just another big bootie, nice tits, and a face that's right
that stay fly in some name brand tights
this gold digga dont love me, she wouldnt there when I was broke
if I fell shed disappear like smoke
I always ask why I even play myself messin round with these jokes
I gotta throwed lil mamma at home, I'm such a fool
and if you seen my gal playa you would know that I'm blessed
with a pretty face and beautiful breasts,
flat stomach, big bootie, bow legged thighs, runnin track legs,
and stay fly from her toes to her hair
plus I know that she loves me, been with me through thick and thin
when I was broke before I got me some ends
through all my in and out of jail, court cases, she a nigga best friend
but I always break her heart in the end, I need to chill cause...
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in parenthesis]
Girl I think I want to slow down cause your the one for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
And I'ma spoil ya girl, give ya all the world
Cause I can't forget about the thangs ya done for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
[Verse 2: Lil' O]
If I tell her jump she aint gon trip and ask why...
she gon say anything for my king, how high?
I swear I can't recall her ever tellin me a lie
plus she always tell me baby, know I'm down til I die
my gift from the sky, boo I swear I can't believe it
through all our years together boo I know I never cheated
when I didnt have a penny, got me everything I needed
she got her own dough, college courses completed
the Bible I read it, cause she keep me up in church
the type of girl that keep you out of trouble, out of dirt
why you with me, I'm a thug and a flurt,
Im always in these streets runnin round chasin skirts
but I think I'm growin up now knowing that I played myself
cause when I cheat on you I hate myself, say to myself
if you did it to me...how would I feel,
I think its time to be a man and keep it real, for real cause....
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in parenthesis]
Girl I think I want to slow down cause your the one for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
And I'ma spoil ya girl, give ya all the world
Cause I can't forget about the thangs ya done for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
[Verse 3: Lil' O]
You gon get alot of ice, alot cars, alot of luxury
cause you didnt have to fuck with me
even though I was three time felon you still stuck with me
and when I tripped you put up with me
so I'm thinking thats its time I paid you back for what you did
Im thinkin that its time I made you wife and gave you kids
Im thinkin I should put you in a house on a hill
and I know I aint a trick cause you deserve it cause you real
and baby I'ma treat you like a queen, wine and dine on marble floors
keep you in the mall so you can shine on these hoes
take you round the world, one day China, one day Rome,
be a better man so we can have a happy home
beautiful, brown skin, straight pearl white teeth
body smooth and soft smellin so sweet,
every time ya walk by in ya g-string ya put me in heat
you and some kids make my vision complete and thats for real cause...
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in parenthesis]
Girl I think I want to slow down cause your the one for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
And I'ma spoil ya girl, give ya all the world
Cause I can't forget about the thangs ya done for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
[Hook: Big Moe]
Anything that ya want I'll do it
Anything that ya need I'll do it
Anythang, I'll do it lady
Anything that ya want I'll do it
Anything that ya need I'll do it
Girl I think I want to slow down cause your the one for me
And I'ma spoil ya girl, give ya all the world
[talking:]
This it nigga, this that one lick nigga now look
We finna go, up in this motherfucking house
And we gon come out rich, or we ain't coming out at all
Y'all niggaz with this mayn, what's up mayn
Y'all niggaz ready to ball mayn, (hell yeah nigga)
Well come on let's do this shit, let's get this motherfucker
On the count of three nigga, one...two...three
Everybo- get the get the fuck on the flo', shut up bitch
[Lil' O:]
My battle plan kicks down do's, like battle rams
Release slugs to fake thugs, dismantle man
Attitude nothing to lose, the result a lack of ends
We did them Puerto Ricans real rough, they house in ten
We having thangs to pass, and wet panties now hold the hundreds
No dreaming all them balling, the definition of hustling
No Robitussin, straight bar Promethazyne
No more fucked up Cutlass, bubble Lexus sitting on 19's
Clutching Italian weapons, rapid fire on em I guess
Can't be no half stepping, everybody got brand new less
Got me a new connection, when I hit him he call right back
Sort out the Southside session, bust necks and talons gon fly at em
Man we scoring thirty, don't judge the way that we came up nigga the game's dirty
And plus my morals are fucked up, and then my mouth's hungry
And then nobody gave a fuck, when I dressed bummy
Now they all on me, they all on me
[Hook:]
Will I win, I'm stacking mail but will it end
My life revolves, around the seven sins
The jealousy is envy, ain't no motherfucking friends
The lust and the greed, be the pussy and them ends
Just look at blood me, will it finally do me in
And fucking with my pride, you'll feel the wrath I'll get revenge
Will I win-will I win, will I win-will I win-will I win
For them ends-for them ends, for them ends
[Lil' O:]
The Devil's penetrated, to this game I'm dedicated
And I never hesitated, pay the bills I'm obligated
But my life's still complicated, the only way I'll make it is staying high and intoxicated
Till my body's, devastated
My own niggaz hate it, cause I got them O's G's
And like I did they pride, to get my O-Z's cheddar and my ki's
They tried to set me up, wet me up on South Main
Niggaz started running up, I felt it coming like a nut
So I grab my gat and start to bust, like nigga what
Lil' O peeled like Versacci, you hoes got me fucked up
I'm blasting, I ducked my head I hit the gas I'm mashing
Then grabbed the cellular, started calling Miles Hanson
Imagine we been cool, since High School hallways
Now these same fools, aiming slugs at my bald fade
But the seven sins, turn friends to foes
Like ladies into hoes, the Devil's got our soul
And we done lost control, an who would ever know
That I would aim for foes, and boys I call my bros
Until they eyes were closed, but nigga love don't live here no mo'
If you niggaz wanna war, I'll take your ass to war
[Hook]
[Lil' O:]
I guess there can only be one Don, like horns and unicorns
The killers that smoke wet, with mask and uniforms
Kick down your do' at night, watching you fucking your baby's mom
And chop you up lovely, for thinking that you the bomb
We was wrong, more of that money split up friends
My heart strong, we've got to stay family till the end
Now it's gone, but I still I keep my money and fame
But still I mourn, cause wasn't worth this heartache and pain
It left a strain on my brain, for several days I cried
Cause when I said the love was gone, deep in my heart I lied
But I still did it, only the strong survive
I gotta deal with it, when you war you kill or you die
I hit the freeway high, thinking when we jacked them Ricans
And thanked the Lord for their ki's, and they Benjamin Franklin's
But it was really saying, a master plan under cover
We jack to keep our family strong, and ended up killing eachother
[talking:]
3rd Coast what, know I'm tal'n bout uh
Smoke some'ing, hol' up
[Lil' O:]
Man I rush you, two glocks drawn and bust you
You a lil' nigga I'm heavyweight, I'll crush you
Touch you, right in front of your partnas like fuck you
And won't nan one them niggaz say shit, I hush fools
When they see what I pack, they say damn who is that
It made that nigga sounding soft, flipped and land on his back
And we don't want none of that, mayn fuck that nigga
We wasn't close anyways, I had to bust that nigga
Quick to do a 1-8-7, on niggaz tattle telling
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon
Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing
But that's what he get, for fucking round with these felons
Cause you a snitch, true this ass nigga
Grab the ski mask, and come do your ass nigga
And really I don't give a damn who you is nigga, cause I'm way too raw
See you bump you dick suckers, man I bump boys off
[Hook:]
Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch, cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
[Pimp C:]
I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets
Playing with candy toys, I'm staying strapped with the heat
The dime to the nickel, and the nickel to the dime
Boys is talking down, but I'm still busting for mine
He done got one, he back on the streets told em I was top gun
Now they planning the Sweet, and now the motherfucking FED's
They got, the phone tapped
But when them bitches get here, you gon be full of hot caps
And it ain't all about this rap, it's all about the snaps
The syrup and the sap, I left the shit off in his lap
I had to bust a cap, now give a nigga dap
Man fuck them niggaz telling, all them bitches take a nap
The police in Port Arthur, they hate a nigga guts
But deep down in my soul, they could eat a nigga nuts
They try to set us up, but my mouth never budge
Dedicated to my niggaz, doing forty behind drugs
[Hook:]
Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that bitch
Straight bang that bitch, cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
Dog this boy I know too much, cause we got tagged quick
Let's hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
Have him sleeping with the fish, for fucking over the click
We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
[Bun B:]
Yes we are the jet setters, go-getters and chest wetters
The fo' head sweaters, with big black ass barettas
The Dr. Feel-Good's, with the real good connections
On political election, and cocaine importion
With the coast guard protection, and china white distribution
All through your section, fifteen woman selection
For whom, I got no affection
But help me keep my erection, with no plexing
I guess I'm just another clowning ass Texan, diamond teeth grilling
Pivet relaxing, texting hoes sexing
Jazzy belts flexing, next in line
In the book, to be the made men
Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in
That Gotti played in, and Clinton got laid in Marion got high in
And Bun got paid in, so soon as the big broad sang
I pull this thang, and leave your ass bang
[Hook:]
[talking:]
Yeah fresh, (for 9-9) you hater ha-ha
Huh UGK and Lil' O, (Lil' motherfucking O)
We done wrecked it, promised we done wrecked this motherfucker
[talking]
ha-ha, money's good, ha-ha
Bitches is crazy, but you know what
Ain't nothing sweeter than revenge
Feel me (feel me)
[Hook]
I've been waiting for the day, I can get my revenge
Now my money right, nigga I'm a made man
To let shit ride, wasn't never in the plan
Whoever did me wrong, I'll pay em back times ten
[Poppy]
I was treated like rubbers, I was used and threw away
It's hard knowing my dogs, wanna do me away
See we was close, and man that's what really hurts the most
See I was short of roast, if I wasn't filled with the Holy Ghost
See we was kin folk, now what was between us is jeopardized
You crossed Poppy, now I'm peeping your weakness like leopard eye
Should I let him slide, forgive him let God step inside
But we better collide, severe our ties and let him fry
And show him it's real, we heathen up a slow in his grill
Or let him make it, even though I know I owe him the steel
The Devil's tempting me, to let these niggaz know how I feel
But I won't never have peace, within my soul if I kill
You know the deal, my mind keeps painting dramatic scenes
Cause my friends basically did me, with no Vaseline
But I'm the raw cat, niggaz who want static bewteen
Cause testing me, is like smoking while bathing in gasoline
[Hook]
[Godfather]
It wasn't really nice, I got a car on my motor
My nigga screaming through the phone, said he sold a soda
Said the product wouldn't sell, like there's no promoters
Every graham straight vanished, like hocus pocus
These are dope back, besides Hector know that
Bout my money, have his family kissing Kodak's
With ten bricks in the Benz 6, I'm well connected
Motorized stash spot, no smell detected
It's getting hectic, I got the power like snap
I was a ghetto chemist, who turned powder to crack
I need revenge, cause this was passed over due
Revenge, if it's the last thing I do
Revenge, silencers no sound
Revenge, what goes around comes around
Revenge is sweet, revenge is just a part of the streets
He made it harder, for my daughter to eat
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
When they said you was a snitch, I should of cracked your jaw
Put a bat to your cranium, and cracked your skull
But I trusted you, I was like that's my brah
We grew up together, he would never rat to laws
You called and asked for raw, said you need it non-soft
I dropped it off and left, but before I got far
Laws hopped out, yelling stop the car
And if you try something fly, we gon stop your heart
You set the trap, nigga I'ma get you back
You like a soldier with no gun, you need protection black
Right when you think it's all good, and ain't expecting that
I'ma pop up in your rear, and go and split your hat
Mafia style, kill you in front your wife and your child
Ask em how they want you done, cooked spicy or mild
Laugh loud while I watch the slugs, slicing you down
And I'ma celebrate go wild, and have a night on the town bitch
[talking]
All thick girls report to the dance floor
Right motherfucking now, ya heard me
It's about to go down, yeah you come here
[Lil' O & (Zilla)]
Uh, uh, uh (where them P-Poppers at)
Come here, uh, uh (where them P-Poppers at)
Yeah you, uh, uh (where them P-Poppers at)
Yeah you, uh (where they at)
[Lil' O]
Come here baby, you about to give me a seis-a
Tell me the secret, what your mama feed ya
Cause you super thick, with your Godly features
Hop up in the Benz, boo tonight I need ya
Bow legged broad, said her name Kadisha
She said she don't play, she guaranteed to please ya
I said with all that ass, baby I believe ya
But after I smash, I'ma catch amnesia
Took her to the room, it was on and popping
Because her jaws was locked, and then her drawas was dropping
When I smacked her on her ass, it was soft like cotton
She had the nice double D's, when she took off her topping
Then she got low, took it to the flo'
Asked, (how you wanna see me shake it Lil' O)
I said you a pro, act like you know
Make them cheeks jiggle like Jello, whoa
[Hook x2: Zilla]
The way you shake that thing, girl you sure look nice
You won't play games, boo you cold as ice
Them hips super thick, and that ass is right
You must of been raised, on red beans and rice
[Lil' O]
Caught her at the club, she was turning heads
Big butt thick thighs, like turkey legs
On the dance floor, go ahead and twerk it red
Cute face no waste, we gon hurt the bed
Word was said, mama use to flirt with Fred
Some big baller cat, with birds and bread
He only messed with dime pieces, and thorough-breads
He caught a case out of state, man I heard he's FED
Now she in the club, looking for a brand new playa
And you know I'm looking clean, in my brand new Gators
My whole entourage thick, any man would hate us
Broads love us, any woman would date us
But I'm, choosing you
Cause with all that ass baby, you's a fool
We can go to the crib, and do the do
Or strip butt naked, jump into the pool
And get all wet, come on
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
Now I don't trick (straight up)
But girl you thick (fa real)
You gon make, me do it (weeell)
Hey fuck it I'm a baller, I'll get you a 'fit
But only cause you thick, and your rump's on fire
Look like you been, eating Jumbalaya
You can lick me down, till your tongue get tired
Then have hot sex, till your buns perspire
Whoa, baby when the last time you did it
Cause you looking like, you need a real nigga to hit it
We ain't gotta play games, if you with it I'm with it
If you see it and you want it, baby go on and get it
Cause I got a freaky fetish, I like pulling on hair
With your t-shirt on, no underwear
Got your shirt lifted up, now your bumper's clear
Got the room sounding like, it's thunder there, let's go
[Hook x2]
[talking]
Looord, say boo
What is your mama feeding you
Girl you on fire, ya heard me
Lil' O said you was a hot girl
But you need to stop girl
Girl you is thick, ha-ha-ha, man
Off the chain ya heard me
[DJ Screw: talking]
Ha-ha, boys ain't gon like this know I'm saying
Houston Txas, Screwed Up Click
Bar None Click what's up Lil' O, Fat Pat
(Yungstar), know I'm saying we deep down here in the South
Putting it down know I'm saying, let y'all boys know the real
[Hook x2: Yungstar]
It's like rags to riches, Cadillacs and bitches
Champagne in the club, acting bad taking pictures
Strapped at all times, cause these haters wanna kill us
Hundred dollar billers, trying to stack seven figgas
[Lil' O:]
I'm Gucci shaded up, big Benz plated up
Boppers looking like what, man this boy done came up
But my life still strenuous, the average hustler would faint
But even in my darkest hour, I shine like candy paint
I hit the freeway, sipping coedine
I'm out of drank, got's to go get some mo' lean
I'm starched and ironed, bald fade bitch I'm so clean
Deuce out the roof, Southside pocket full of green
Know what I'm saying, hit a lick bought a brick so I could make mo' scrilla
This for my certified thugs, in Hiram-Clarke to the Village
For my hustlers in Southwest, Woolfair and Clubkrey
To all my 8900, Braeswood block G's
For my niggaz in the 3rd, Sunnyside and the 4
For my niggaz in Mo City, Sugarland and South Park
It's Lil' O, bar none boys from the South to the North
I represent hustle city, had to break these boys off
[Fat Pat:]
I'm talking rags to riches, mobbing for bitches
Sliding on my switches, Southside got riches
How'd you figga, we wouldn't make that cash
Mash up on the gas, now we passed up your ass
Climbing the ladder, squash the chatter watch the plexers
It's Houston Texas, nationwide watch me wreck it
Long and strong, riding with that playa Lil' O
So watch your girl, 'fore I take that motherfucking hoe
[Hook x2]
[DJ Screw: talking]
Know I'm saying, this how it's going down
Riding on you punk bitches and snitches
Out for our riches, know I'm saying
H-Town Texas, feel us, Screwed Up baby fo' life
[Dana Jackson]
You make me feel like sunshine baby [x2]
[Hook]
When God made you, all my fantasies came true
Through all the rain and pain, you stayed true
Them hoes, you don't do what they do
Pretty thing you a queen he made a lady, when God made you
[Lil' O]
When I was down who picked me up, through all my stress and strain
Layed my head on her chest, and said confess your pain
Wiped the tears from my eyes, when they fell like rain
Then hugged me tight, and said life is like a test young mayn
Pretty thing black queen, no other divine
Angel sent from the heavens, sweet mother of mine
Makes me wonder how this world, could take a mother of five
And send her to the early death, when only love was her crime
Got me yelling out, why cancer take her Lord
But then I stopped, cause you taught us keep our faith in God
But when I think how you suffered, damn it makes it hard
At 39, you ain't 'pose to be in no graveyard
Plus you worked so hard, for everything that you had
Five kids from one man, never cheated on dad
And even when times were bad, you always kept it hid
Cause wasn't no sacrifice, too great for your kids see
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
And lil' sis I reminisce, on the day you was born
I picked you up in my arms, that's where I keep you from harm
The only living thing I got, to remind me of mom
So I'd die before I let you, fall victim to pourin'
Or be a tramp, or a gold digger
Be independent, don't be chasing after no nigga
Cause if that playa really love you, he ain't gonna mind sharing his wealth
And he'll respect you cause he know, that you can get it yourself
And don't be fast with your ass, let him know that you a lady
Don't be up in these streets, running round having babies
And do your worthless boo'ing, always talk educated
So they know you ain't no chickenhead, that's just overrated
And know that only suckers, fall in love with hoes
Be sexy but classy, keep on your clothes
And these words from your bro, I thank God that you listen
Cause you grew up to be a queen, when I see you ya glisten see
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
I thank the Lord for you, after we made love last night
Then I wrapped you in my arms, and I held you tight
Then I thought about the times, I was living in hell
Cause I couldn't hold you, cause I was locked up in jail
But baby even in my cell, I had your face on the wall
So the sun would always shine, even behind bars
You made me realize, life is more than money and cars
If I didn't have a penny, you'd still call me a star
You make me wanna get my life right, starting tonight
And you ain't gon be baby mama, I'ma make you my wife
When the average girl would cheat, you refused to act shife
And when I make it you gon have, the baddest things in life
Now how I look with a chickenhead, with collars on fleece
When I got a jazzy queen, with three college degrees
When I put it on your finger, I'ma be on my knees
Girl you beautiful intelligent, you all that I need see
[Hook x2]
[talking]
That's right, Fat Rat with the cheese
We pimping on this one, come on
[Hook: Lil' Head]
Girl, what's it gonna be
Cause you messing, with a real life playa
That's getting them G's
And I ain't got time for games
Or won't balling, just for mayn
Is you cutting, is you fucking
Lil' Mama, is you coming with me
Baby, tell me what it's gonna be
[Lil' O]
Look, I don't play no games
Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names
I saw you peeping me, hopping out the Range Ro' thang
With my piece glistening, like a rainbow cane
But anyways I'm Lil' O, the Fat Rat with the cheese
From H-Town Clutch City, Southside of the tree
You can hop up in the truck, or we can slide in my V
I'll let my dog drive it, that was him following me
But I just leave him the Range, and we can hop in the Benz
On one condition, you gotta let me hop in them skins
Cause your ass look like, it could possibly win
The big butt competition, at the Holiday Inn
She started to grin, laugh said boy you wild
Is them alligator shoes, or is them crocodile
I told her mama come chill, post up for a while
At the hotel suite, we can smoke for a while, so come on
[Hook]
[Lil' O]
She said it's real, I'm loving your game
In fact I saw you in Miami, on Memorial Day
You was deep with them Houston boys, hogging the lane
And ever since that moment, you been all in my brain
I told her yeah that's how we do it, when we step out of town
So we can break a nigga neck, if he step out of bounds
But that ain't what we about, all that plexing with clowns
We'd rather ball get some broads, and get to sexing em down
But look here, not to sound like I'm some head honcho
But this club too packed, let's burn off pronto
Look Pocahontus, let me be your Tonto
That's when her friends, really jumped in my Convo
(don't leave with him girl), why y'all wanna stop us
Don't listen to them hoes, boo they baller blockers
I just wanna kiss you, on your awesome knockers
And trust me, O's sex is off the rockers
[Hook]
[Lil' O]
She told her friends, look at his watch
Cause the back of his Benz, say six o'clock
And she knew that I could dress, cause my 'fit was hot
I had the Burberry shirt, with the matching shorts
Then she said she ain't get it, since her man been locked up
And said she wanna playa, that can tear some cot up
Spank her all rough, have her ass all popped up
No strings attached, when we done just hop up
I said well I'm the one boo, I'm no impostor
You dealing with a certified, Braeswood mobster
I can fill your body up, with steak and lobster
Or take you on a lake, for crab cake and pasta
No fake on this offer, you'd be silly
Cause I'm a Down South balla, that can fuck you silly
Then blow dro with you mama, bust the philly
Now stop playing games, baby what's the deally
[Hook]
[talking]
Baby what's up, you gon leave or what
(baby tell me what it's gonna be)
Man don't listen to your friends man, they hating
Let's do this, (baby tell me what it's gonna be)
Come on, I'm fin to give the valet my ticket
Right now, we fin to pull up right now
(baby tell me what it's gonna be)
I got the dro already baby, let's go to the suite for real
[Big Moe]
Why you got in her, why you cuffing her
What you love in here
[E.S.G.]
Say Fat Rat, how you tell em
[Chorus x2: Big Moe & (E.S.G.)]
(what you got in her for)
Why you got in her
(what you hog it all for)
(nigga what you love it all for)
Why you cuffing her
(man what you trusting her for)
What you love in her
(what you hog it all for)
(nigga she ain't nothing but a hoe)
[Lil' O]
There she is she the baddest broad, she bopped up
Or look at, her big ole butt look popped up
Every trick in the club that look at it, they rock up
She throwed in the Docha Cabana, she hot stuff
But baby I don't sweat no hoes, I got bucks
It seems like these other lil tricks, ain't got nuts
Cause the minute you say buy me a drink, they hop up
Saying baby what you want from the bar, huh what
In her face like a fool, treating her like a queen
Plus she done fucked, every nigga in the city with green
I ain't hating on you playa, go ahead do your thing
But a broad just like that, I would treat like a flame
But the next thing I heard, was you bought her a ring
Beat your partna down, cause he tried to jump in her jeans
I be laughing at you playa, cause she just want your green
Plus I hit the other night, cause she still on my team, man
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O]
She know all the rappers, NBA players
NFL stars, neighborhood drug dealers
Shot callers, ballas, anybody with ends
You ask how you know them boys she say, oh that's my friends
You keep believing that, I got a million dollas cash that they beating that
And you look at you like a fool, man you eating that
Kitty cat, loving the shit
Then you wonder how you got, them lil bumps on your lips
I ain't tripping man, I don't be doing all that gallon freeze and tricking man
I just take em to the house, and be sticking man
I can never be a fool and got a chicken man, I ain't tripping man
But you be holding hands at the mall, buying her gifts
And she be spending all the dough, you be supplying her with
But when I rolled by on 20's, she was eyeing my shit
And if I ask for the cat, ain't no denying my dick, man
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O]
Now I ain't gon lie, lil mama beautiful
But he ain't got material, she ain't suitable
And if you didn't have no money she'd be, like who is you
What you trying to make a way for the real, a fool is you
And I ain't even cool with you, but I feel pity on you
Cause man I'm one out the ten playas, hitting your boo
She be at my crib all the time, licking my tool
Telling me how you a mark, straight shitting on you
You need to rearrange your game, and them hoes that ain't worthy
Just because she look good, that don't mean she ain't dirty
You need to come see the light, cause your vision is blurry
You be crying over hoes, can't no bitch ever hurt me
These gold diggers freaks, these boppers is hoes
You ain't 'pose to handcuff em, knock em down let em go
And when they ask you for money, straight up let em know
I ain't a trick you ain't my type, get your ass out my do', man
[Chorus x2]
[Big Moe vocalizing]
[Lil' O & (E.S.G.)]
What fo (what fo)
What fo (what fo)
What fo (what fo)
What fo (I don't know) [x4]
[Lil' O shouting]
We bring the smash on you cowards
All you boys think we playing
We ain't playing wit you punks
We gonna hit ya'll where it hurts
Fuck em' kill em' all
[Chorus x2: Lil' O]
Southside got a hold
With any means necssesary, victory n'gold
Man fuck these haters they don't like the way we roll
We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold
Whoa, Whoa
[Verse 1: Lil' O]
From this day forward the dirty south declares war
You boys better harden up like 36 South
I'm a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain
And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it
I ain't playing wit you niggaz
Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz
You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver
Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver
And nigga I deliver, cuz I'm bored with you hoes
Knocking on your front door like em dominoes
We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame
And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name
We was all in the game sex, money and murder
Southside represented, number one hater hurters
Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys
By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Will Lean of Botany Boys]
Victory in gold, applying pressure
Until the mystery unfold
Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told
Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold
Froze with bullet holes
Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors
Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers
Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya
On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya
Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale
Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale
Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping
The side your head starts to chip in
And niggaz I'm in it to win it, don't get offended
The plaque and the gold in the hold
I'm born a sinner plus we in the middle
Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish
Thats how we pull the punks
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: C-Note Of Botany Boys]
I'm fuckin over you boys,
Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars
You wanna fool wit the rules you
What you claming red or blue
I'd rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean
But I gotta have a paper stack
Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money
Ain't shit funny give me the keys, give me the G's
Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze
I want it all so I can ball
I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl
It's war now, take a tip overtime
Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine
Will Lean always strapped with the beam
You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four
And nigga C-Note, I'm strapped at all times
Yeh I'm always busting nine cuz I'm busting mine
[Billy Cook:]
Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying
And if I set it up out, then I'd be lying
[Hook: x2]
You want the truth (yeah), bujt you can't handle the truth (no)
Us niggaz ain't free, we just running round loose (right)
They say what monkey see, monkey gon do (oh-no-no-no-no-no-no-oh)
This song pertains to every thug nigga, even you
[Lil' O:]
My lil' partna stole a half, from a crooked ass law
He chopped it up and heat it in, it's time he Hilfiger drawas
See hit the cut before you run, young G's gotta crawl
And he was hitting every lick, even soaked his ma
And when he stacked a lil' change, he went straight to the mall
And bought some POLO and some Guess, to let hoes know that he ball
But I recall a time when blacks, couldn't buy shit at all
And when you mention slavery, no one sounded upauled
They said ay free the slaves, see loves blacks don't believe it
Slavery came to an end, cause slavery wasn't needed
New technology, provided quantities at high volume
Cheaper than maintaining slaves, now we got us a problem
Cause now we can make these goods, and astonishing figures
Without the labor tell me, what we gon do with these niggaz
Should we gun em down with triggas, send em back to they land
Or should we keep em all in chains, till we get us a plan
Well here's a plan let's give em jobs, better jobs than we
No just enough, so they can get the minimal wants and needs
They'll still be in poverty, but with they hard earned bucks
They'll make us rich by buying shit, that was made by us you see
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
Now if you worked all your life, but still ain't had shit
If you seen a man slipping, would you grab his shit
I'm talking gun a man down, straight robbing and stealing
Or commit genocide, for pride we straight drug dealing
And I know you know the feeling, (man I ain't got shit
Man these whites living good, I got's to have that shit)
Even though we can't afford it, man we still gotta get it
Black people love to floss, I swear to God it's embedded
Now you can curse all you want, you can scream and shout
But only a nigga'll buy him a Benz, before he buy him a house
And when the new Jordans come out, we spend our money like fools
When these whites won't pay, more than eighty dollars for shoes
We got the whole game confused, we being played like fools
But playa who am I to lie, I do the same shit too
Cause I done jacked me some niggaz, I done been on the grind
But playa peep how smart they is, they getting paid off our crime
It's big business in the 90's, sending niggaz to jail
You can buy stock in the Penn, think they ain't making mail
[talking:]
See, as long as niggaz keep dropping out of school
To chase this fast change
We doing exactly, what they want us to do
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
As slavery passed whites asked, are we really that dense
A man convinced that we are, pressing blacks is a sense
Yeah a man ain't really lynched, had a plan for us brothers
He said you keep them blacks divided, and they'll keep down eachother
Put field nigga against house nigga, put dark skin against light
They won't worry bout us whites, all they'll do is just fight
And the sad thing he's right, look how us young niggaz trip
Look how we split eachother's wig, over Blood and Crip
Look how we quick to start tripping, damn you stepped on my shoes
Then we mean mug eachother, what you looking at fool
Why is it cool to be a killer, fraud to be about peace
Why we can't understand, too many of us deceased
Do we hate ourselves, some think the mo' yellow the better
Then compare the way we act, to Mr. Will and inch letter
Yeah it's all a big set up, look in books you'll find proof
But they won't teach you this in school, cause you can't handle the truth you see
[Hook x2]
[talking:]
Man, I'm missing that Lil' Norris
That Lil' Gator, that Fat Pat, that Mafio
That Lil' Al, that Marcus Grey
All my partnas on lock, Big Spider, Big Mark
You know I love y'all, Black Ass hold ya head
Kinfolk, I love you baby
Sean Blaze, hold ya head
Wool, you know it's on when you get home baby
Lawson I love you baby, all my partnas on lock
All my partnas in the grave, I love y'all
We gon make it through the storm
Cause that's what playas do
Maintain under pressure, you feel me
[Billy Cook:]
Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying
[talking]
Its the return of the big dogs nigga
You know who it is, Fat Rat with the cheese
Hardest pit in the litter nigga, lace your motherfucking boots
This music ain't for cowards
Uh, uh, uh, uh..
[Big Pokey]
I'm a thug nigga, thug clothes and hoes
Tagged toes with calicos, fours and snub nose
Lead four do's, close up in slow mo
Dump it corner store, move it in boat loads
Man boat loads, ducking the vice
Fucking tonight, a late night bucking the dice
Fuck the price, my bitches is boosters
Hit interstate snake, running with roosters
Twoston, Tex, a.k.a. the Clutch
AK for a crutch, I got niggas to touch
More my hood on the hutch, looking for stains
And confront me a nigga, if he look at me strange
Kidnap niggas thangs, snatch niggas chains
Put change on brains, its a fucked up game
I suck up game, and give it back to the streets
A nigga that bring heat, you better stay out my reach
[Chorus]
Do you stay on your grind, keep them hoes in line
You quick to bust a nigga ass, at the drop of a dime
You always wanted to shine, you keep dough on your mind
You box a nigga toe to toe, when you put up them nines
Then you a thug nigga (thug nigga), thug nigga (thug nigga)
Thug nigga (thug nigga), thug nigga (thug nigga)
Wig splitta, (hard hitter), pussy splitter, (go-getter)
Fuck them boys hit em with the sawed off nigga
[Lil' O]
Hey I'm a thug nigga, like Nino Brown the drug dealer
Tailor cut clothes, butt fuck my hoes
38 snub nose, I don't play with these punks
See my room is like a hears, a body stay in my trunk
And you ain't gotta like me, you can say what you want
You'll get found in a ditch, body sprayed out with pumps
Yeah them faggot niggas, that probably play with your rump
Once I get the dough, on the first day of the month
And I swear to y'all, I'ma get the Bentley and ball
Pull up mean mugging nigga, I ain't friendly at all
Hoes say I'm arrogant and rude, it don't offend me at all
I'm just real, I don't pretend to these whores, to get in they draws
Just get in the Lac, my partna sitting in the front, I told her get in the
back
She roll her eyes or talk shit, she'll be getting a smack
And if she go get her brother I just go get the gat, and get to laying him
flat
[Chorus]
[Big Pokey]
I'm a thug nigga, I'ma survivor
And if I think that its plex, I'ma aim at your visor
[Lil' O]
Rearrange your body frame, changing like a flat tire
Make slugs eat your flesh, like a flame from a fire
[Big Pokey]
Make him eat his insides, just like a Budwiser
Choke on his own saliva, call me Kaiser
[Lil' O]
Should of been wiser and a lot less flyer
Cause now you in a box, to the left of the choir
[Big Pokey]
Catch me at the Source awards, next to Mariah
Or on a island with Ms. Braxton, eating papaya
[Lil' O]
And you a lier if you say, that we ain't got stats
[Big Pokey]
Every first and fifteenth, we bust our packs
[Lil' O]
2001 matching Jags, we pull up in cats
And hop out in crocodiles, what's fucking with that
[Big Pokey]
And protect they tongues if we think that they rats
I'll leave you asleep on the porch, with a slug in the hat
[talking:]
Oh you a block bleeder nigga, what you raw
You ready to go to war, with choppers nigga
You ready to take, Penitentiary chances fool
What type of nigga you is
[Big Pokey:]
I'm a thug nigga, bone full of roaches and bugs
Affiliated with slugs, and moving quarters these drugs
Boys mugs get plugged, when I'm pushed to the limit
Q 4-5 infinite, rim'd up and tinted
Every corner I bend it, my vehicle ain't rented
Inside like a lumber yard, with screens all in it
Moving and sticking, plus I keep my pyrex clicking
Figgas is flipping, I'm into handling and shipping
Pockets on the chicken, cause I won't stop pumping
Dismantling and dumping, always into something
Bust 4-4, off top trust no hoe
If a bitch jump out of line, bust her nose
Run out condo, I hog the slut
Just to keep it all gravy, I'll hog the cut
Lost the drop on the gut, as I release the top
And keep it real never squeal, when it comes to the cops
[Hook:]
Do you love your block (yeah), do you hug your glock (yeah)
Do you always shoot to kill, when you bust off shots (yeah)
Do you trust hoes not (yeah), you get money and stocks (yeah)
You keep it real never squeal, when it comes to the cops (yeah)
Then you a thug nigga
[Lil' O:]
See I had that all my money and power, rolling over half steppers
Sell my chain sco' a thang, then push it like Salt-N-Pepa
Now I wear that type of necklace, you can't quote the price
Piece and chain looking like, it overdosed on ice
Thank the Lord for price, my nigga pray for me
Your partna thugging in these streets, playa faithfully
Like a fly greeting vampire, cursed with greed
So nigga fucking with my funds, you'll be the first to bleed
Southside Southwest, nigga y'all know me
From Braeswood to Wolfair, on down to Clubkrey
Graduated to a baller, when I bought me a V
Now I'm tricking everyday, what the fuck is a G
Presidential Roley, with the icicles
When I use to run from laws, on them bicycles
Fucking all the hoes, that use to hide cat with they crew
And got all these niggaz screaming, we ain't liking you
But I recall paying dues, dreaming Lex on cutters
Walking up and down the block, with a mouth full of butter
Ms. young tongue numb, by my nuts was my gun
When the jump out boys come, everybody'll run
[Hook]
[Lil' Flip:]
I bleed corners like blood donors, from codeine to marijuana
Hit licks in Daytona, then I jump back in my sauna
Get it flipped like a gymnast, cheese whipped like a chemist
Product shipped when I finish, I'm only in it to win it
Making cash skipping class, but I managed to pass
Became a soldier like M.A.S.H., left niggaz wet like a splash
Flipping Jags flipping fast, my jeans hang off my ass
When I flex task niggaz scared, cause I pack gats that blast
If you want it I got it, amphetamines and narcotics
I double profits and pockets, cause me and O know the locket
From sun down to sun up, I'm thinking feddy I'm ready
To move steady and eat heavy, I'm tired of eating spaghetti
I got niggaz that pull triggas, for figgas and don't miss
I got niggaz who got caught, and you know I don't snitch
Getting rich was a thought, now I got money in vaults
I'm Lil' Flip Vasuan Ross, and I'm forever thugged out
[Hook]
[Lil' O:]
Down in Texas, them some thug niggaz
Louisiana, they're some thug niggaz
Mississippi, they're some thug niggaz
Florida, they're some thug niggaz
Down in Georgia, they're some thug niggaz
Tennessee, they're some thug niggaz
Alabama, they're some thug niggaz
[Lil' O]
And another one, and another one
And another one, and another one
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [x2]
[Big Moe]
Boy it sure shows, that you're so throwed
And the way you walk, and the way you talk
And the way you step in, all the boppers fall
It shows, that you're so throwed
[Lil' O]
You know I skate through slow, in a gray two do'
Gold diggers yelling, ooh I hate you O
Cause I won't even pay, for no H2O
You broads want a drink, the bathroom got a sink
But do I got dough, you ain't got to think
Cause when winter time came, bitch I bought the mink
And when I wanted ice, I went and got the crossing link
And when you look at my wrist, bitch you got to blink
I'm the throwdest, getting cold like slurpees
I got dick sucking hoes, that gobble like turkeys
Bad broads, that eat my ass like jerky
From Houston Texas, to Albuquerque
When I think how you pay these broads, it hurts me
When will you suckers learn, these boppers are skirts free
I bet when it's dropped, it's contreversy
But these chickenheads still, gon pimp me like bird seeds
[Hook: Carmen Santiago & (Lil' O)]
Ooh Lil' O, you don't play no games
You throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And I seen you pull up hopping, out the big black Range
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And baby money ain't a thang, cause you keep you some change
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And you got ice from your neck, to your wrist, to your ring
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
[Poppi]
Because I ball, they wanna get they buns in a licks
Thinking I'ma be the one, to trick hunds for the Six
All on my nuts, they know about the funds I could lick
And my jewels shine, like I got the sun on my neck
We so hot the streets sweat, when we come on the set
For pocket change, I got em up from budget to bitch
Your main squeeze, say she only like to run with the best
And peep it dog, that's why she want me under her dress
That's how we ball, Dubs on Coupes is how we crawl
And my bracelet, will make your body temperature fall
I got enough game, to talk virgins out they draws
Now these boys wanna take my spot, because I'm raw
They start cuffing broads, when I step out the car
Mad cause they know, I'm about to buy the bar
I'm a superstar, that's why they women bought me
From Booshwau to Dice, they be like ay Poppi, cause I'm throwed
[Hook: Carmen Santiago & (Poppi)]
Ooh Poppi, you don't play no games
You throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And I seen you pull up hopping, out the big black Range
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And baby money ain't a thang, cause you keep you some change
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And you got ice from your neck, to your wrist, to your ring
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
[Chris Ward]
I know fa sho, you seen Chris in a drop
V-12, C-L 6 hundred, missing the top
I got you dazed and amazed, wishing to bop
Hopping out in Iceberg, bitch I'm sizzling hot
The only thing about me cool, is my icy jewels
Like a buttoned up silk shirt, I'm nice and smooth
You think Stella's throwed, I got twice the groove
I'm a ignorant, arrogant, trifling dude
I make a broad eat dick, do street shit
Sleep on bricks, just to be my bitch
Cause I'm throwed, like a pass from Cunningham
I get compliments, for how stunny I am
Hoes always wanna pose, in front of my Lam-
Borgini in they bikini, saying I'm one of your fans
Everytime I spit a rhyme, they be like whoa (god damn)
As if I burnt they mouth, with a piece of hot ham
[Hook: Carmen Santiago & (Chris Ward)
Ooh Chris boy, you don't play no games
You throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And I seen you pull up hopping, out the big black Range
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And baby money ain't a thang, cause you keep you some change
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
And you got ice from your neck, to your wrist, to your ring
You the throwdest (yeah I know bitch)
[Big Moe]
Boy it sure shows, that you're so throwed
And the way you walk, and the way you talk
And the way you step in, all the boppers fall
It shows, that you're so throwed [x2]
[Lil' O]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
[talking]
See this right here is for boys that really want
Something out of life, you know I'm saying
Boys that' s really trying to get something and
Get somewhere, you feel me
You gotta ask yourself, why am I not having paper
Why am I not rich and, am I living by the rules
Am I applying myself, why does Lil' O keep winning
Because I work harder than you
[Lil' O]
See when it's time to go to work, dog I'm punching the clock
And go to work with the work, know I'm talking about
You can find me on I-10, nigga running my route
On the way to the booth, cause I fronted some out
I'm from the land of the lost, where we handle the South
Don't play god damn it the walk, dismantle your vault
Cause playing in this game, will have you land in a cross
But I'm a Jes', let me hand you the torch, let me show you
How to flip that brick, cook that soft flip that whip
It ain't that hard, just stick to the script
Don't be a sucka, just stick to the licks stay on note
And stay focused, soon enough you'll be flipping a six
Let me maximize your game, to make your losses minimal
Cause the moves that I make, make me a five star general
Listen up, cause the message subliminal, wanna come up
In this game, pay attention cause these are the principles
[Hook]
1, peep game if you snooze you lose
2, stay on your grind nigga pay your dues
3, broke or rich which one you choose
If it's rich, peep the real nigga rules
4, stay or leave stop running your mouth
5, everybody can't come to the house
6, never make a trash bitch your spouse
That set you up, know I'm talking about
Peep the real nigga rules
[Lil' O]
I'll show you how to break bread, and shake FED's
Ball till you fall, live it up eat good and stay fed
But first thing, the block must stay bled
But if you get caught with a rock or a block, don't say shit
Cause snitching ain't tolerated, you'd be surprised
How many boys you thought was real, done cooperated
But it's iight, when you hear he got shot
Don't cry or shed a tear, man he got what he got
You gotta keep niggaz out of your spot, out of your mix
Out of all your traps, how you getting your chips
Because friends is killing friends, it's ridiculous
But this is blood money baby, it's the business bitch
You out of time your partna all in your house, all in your stash
Your gal to you a slut, he be fucking her ass
She call your phone yelling crying, talking that trash
Saying some niggaz just kicked in your do', and took all of your cash
Ain't that a bitch
[Hook]
[Lil' O]
First off this ain't no rap verse, I'm telling you
Playa this is game, I'm giving you
I use to have hoes named Pam, Keisha, Cocoa, Olivia, strap so
Much work to they thighs, to the state they pussy smell like Bolivia
Homie, the real G's know me
I slung weight, on the streets of Braeswood
Wolfare and Clubkrey, so dog I really know this shit
It's not like I seen my partna do it, then I went and wrote this shit
And motherfucker, you can quote that shit, what you know
About counting forty thou', watch me smoke the shit
But don't get mad you can do it too, listen to the words
Of the real, let it hit your soul and influence you
Cause if you in the game, you might as well get your change
Don't be out here, hustling for a piece and chain
Real niggaz know the mask, put it up
And try to find another way, up out the game
[Hook]
[talking]
I wanna dedicate this to all the niggaz out on the block
All the niggaz out with a mouth full of motherfucking rocks
All over the world, I love y'all niggaz man
When y'all feel like no one love you, you know Lil' O love you mayn
I want y'all niggaz to get your change out here mayn, you know
Cause you in the belly of the beast, gon ahead
And get it and find a way out mayn
This ain't fly shit, I'm just rapping to you
You live and apply yourself to these rules, you watch how fast
You come up, you watch how things start going your way
You know I'm saying, this ain't just something I put together
Cause I thought it sounded good, this is really some
Rules you can apply to your real life
And make you some motherfucking paper
Yeah (yeah, yeah), whoa (whoa, whoa)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)...
[Lil' O]
Hey I'm just shaking and moving, moving and shaking
Getting cash, niggas trying to peep the moves that I'm making
See these dudes thought I fell off, but these dudes is mistaken
But I've been balling for a while, so I'm use to the hating
Ain't no faking in my hustle, while some stanking they stumbling
They playing games, that's why they stomachs is rumbling, plus when you
Ride through on something, German shit and sitting on 20 something's
And drop the top and yell (whoa), you know you born head bumping
About who wants to get you, what's the word on the streets
But you get hit with pain killers, just for thinking I'm weak
You know that real gangsta shit, your body stink in the streets
The type of stuff that bigger man, on what you thinking is beef
I got the burdens of a Don, decision decisions
Should I give him head shots, or give his body incisions
Can't no one find your man, dog he's literally missing
To some old man found him fishing, cocksuckers I'm real
[Hook: Papa Reu & (Lil' O)]
Now it is real (already), you tried to chill (already)
You ain't really want no blood to get spilled (already)
So then you pray (already), and then you pray (already)
But hatas still begging you, for pistol play
And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah)
Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa)
Grab your K, and that day's today
[Lil' O]
My whole attitude changed, when I touched six figgas
I'm like a lesbian now, I don't fuck with niggas
It's not cause I think I'm better, but my heart's been broken
I'm in my four corner room, up late at night one deep smoking
Trying to keep myself, from tripping and loc'ing
Cause boys got me so hot, they'll get hit in the open
And nigga O's not joking, O's not bumping
Fat Rat with the Cheese, give em something something
So you need to think twice, I'll remind you bro
That I've been catching pistol cases, since '94
So playa please don't judge me, don't mean mug me
Don't stare at me like that, nigga God don't like ugly
I'm just trying to get money, and live my life well
But these bitch niggas, wishing I fail
But for my kin folk on lock, locked up in a cell
Know I'm out here giving em hell, cocksuckers I'm real
[Hook]
[Papa Reu]
Try, you try to stay out the waaay
But guys will drag you into, pistol play
And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah)
Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa)
Grab your K, and that day's today
[Lil' O]
Well they say money's power, so respect my rank
Cause if you sitting in a cell, I can get you shanked
You on the basketball court, I can get you bank
It's kinda like war games, you just got out flanked
By a five star general, on top of a tank
I send flowers to your funeral, possibly pain
Cause I'm a Southwest nigga, you know how we think
We kinda fly but when it's war, man I'm just gon hang
[Hook]
[Papa Reu]
Try, you try to stay out the waaay
But guys will drag you into, pistol play
And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah)
Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa)
[talking:]
Well alright now, we getting fucked up
In this motherfucker, with the Screwed Up Click
And this is what, we want y'all to do
Light it up, roll it up
Throwed as a dyke nigga, smoke it up
If you gonna drank nigga, po' it up
Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up
[Lil' O:]
I'm fresh off, probation
So I bought me, some inhalation
To celebrate this, pimp occasion
It's going down, no time for waiting
Call the drank man, bring me a pint
And I don't even drink drink, but I'm drinking tonight
Went straight to the sto' and I bought me a Sprite
Told the chink ring me up, I need plenty of ice
It's time to get fucked up, and I ain't playing
Got my cigarillo white up, know I'm saying
No plex, we just straight parlaying
It's a gangsta party it's on me, so nobody's paying
So smoke and choke, drink what you want
But don't be no roach nigga, pass the blunt
Got the Belve' and the Cris', if that's what you want
Man you ain't got to front, enjoy yourself
[Hook:]
Light it up, roll it up
Throwed as a dyke, nigga smoke it up
If you gonna drink, nigga po' it up
Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up
(fucked up) fucked up, (fucked up) fucked up
Man let's get fucked up, (fucked up)
Fucked up (fucked up), fucked up
[H.A.W.K.:]
Man I'm feeling good, just left the hood
And smoked some good, now the point is understood
Light it up, roll it up
I'm getting fucked up, in my pick-up truck
Like the big bad wolf, I'll huff and puff
And huff and puff, till my lungs about to bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I follow it up, with a cup of purple stuff
And ooh-wee, I'm on a P-I-N-T
L-E-A-N-I-N-G
The blunt is lit, I'm smoking like a barbecue pit
And aw shit, here come that roaching bitch
(how can I hit the weed), bitch please
This that good shit, that grow on trees
No sticks no seeds, so I had to trip
What you got on the weed, she said (my lips) I let her hit
[Hook]
[Big Pokey:]
I'm feeling dizzy right now, my buzz just snuck up
I'm trying to get like the economy, fucked up
I stay doped up, like everyday
On this seedless weed, and the Grand Mane
I don't play, gotta do what the song say
Kick back, and grab my weed tray
Ay, I gotta twist some'ing up
This the City of Syrup, I gotta mix some'ing up
I stay fixed up, cause I love the feeling
Get high, like the cost of living when I'm chilling
Three wheeling, when I raise it up
Layed back parlaying, when I blaze it up
Don't make me, purple haze it up
I'm bout to leave the boat with a fo', and a cajun slut
It's really all gravy brah, on the real
Willo, let em know the deal
[Hook]
[talking:]
Are y'all fucked up (yeah), well alright now
On the count of three, I want y'all to repeat after me
One, two, three...
[Dannie Marie:]
Light it up, roll it up
Don't hesitate, nigga smoke it up
If you got the drank, nigga po' it up
Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up
[Intro:]
Can't stop, playa I refuse to lose
Shed many tears over years, see I paid my dues
I won't stop, see survival ain't no joke
Cause I'd rather be dead, than live my whole life broke
And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (yeah)
And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (come on)
And I can't stop (yeah), and I won't stop (huh)
And I can't stop (what), y'all know who this is
[Lil' O:]
Haters yell mama-mia, when I drop the top yelling Southsi' for li'
Hop out the two seater, with a bad bitch named Kanchita
Let the eater, play a peter
I'm a Southside super playa, you marks like it deeper
Southwest block bleeder, (you ain't shit) stop lying
Hater quit crying, cause you see starched and ironed
But I ain't gon trip, I understand why you hate us
We hopping out of bubble X, wearing alligators
Dirty South heavy weighter, Fat Rat with the Cheese
Went from fifty packs to fifty stacks, I'm holding the streets
Holding my heat, it ain't sweet boy I still get's raw
But I don't shoot boys no more, I send killers for y'all
You can find me at the bar, baby busting bottles open
But bar none boys around me, all these bitches scoping
Knowing I ain't gotta ask, tonight I'm hitting them skins
I dedicate this to the D.A., and the guards in the Penn
[Hook: x2]
I'ma ball till I fall, drink some Cristal
Hit some jazzy broads, trick up in the mall
See flicks we never saw, make these haters drop they jaws
Like the cash on my ass, I'ma lay down the law
[Lil' O:]
Now it's twenty inches, on a six hundred Benz
Plus the license and insurance, I got corners to bend
I got money to spend, a lot of bitches few friends
I'm trying to ball till I fall, addicted to Benjamins
We the movers and the shakers, the heavy hitters
They heavyweighters the bitch breakers, the ki bakers
You can't mistake us, for the fakers
We thugging baby, in the Dirty South Houston Tex chunk calling grace
I keep the blades on the Range Ro', hit some blocks
Open the roof, let the sunshine hit my rocks
I'm in the church every Sunday, thanking God for my stock
No one performs against me, shall prosper I can't stop
Bust your glock if you feel me, went from nothing to known
Loading model bitches numbers, in my cellular phone
Before I let the jackers get me, I'll be blasting my chrome
Knowing God blessed the child, that can hold his own
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
One day I'll be the biggest of the bosses, like Colassis see me flossing
In Rolls Royces packing Nina Ross's, back to back Ferarri horses
Take no shorts no losses, I make choices in life
Ball till I fall hustle hard, shine in the face of the shife
And if these haters take my life, know that I died as a hustler
And bury me in my gators, bald faded shining my clusters
See these busters laughed at me, didn't cry stayed humble
See if you struggle then you hustle, so I grinded and chuckled
Then I showed up blowed up, put it in they face
Then put em in a coffin, I mean put em in they place
Cause they tried to get raw, but them boys got baked
Cause I could look into they eyes, and just tell they was gay
Ain't nothing fake, about this
Whoever ain't down, getting taken out quick
And if rap don't work, it's back to breaking down bricks
And running up in spots and just taking y'all shit, I'm serious bout my chips
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
[Talking:]
(baby) oh yea it's official baby (oooh baby)
Lil' O...Chamillionaire
you gotta thug bounce to this (say - hey)
you gotta thug bounce to this (say - hey)
you gotta thug bounce to this (say - hey)
you gotta thug bounce to this (say)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Everytime we hit the club - lookin good on deep dish dubs
rollin deep with all our thugs - it's hard not to think about you
Everytime we bounce around - chunkin up our side of town
yellin out it's goin down - it's hard not to think about you
[Verse 1: Lil' O]
Man it's time to hit the club we gon'get it started
we gon' celebrate for our homies that's departed
you ain't gotta ask why we actin all retarded
pourin Cristal on the floor we can afford it
and we celebratin for our doggs who ain't here
cause they done passed away, or they gotta couple years
I ain't gon' lie mayne I gotta couple peers
that I ball for regular, it be sheadin tears
so I be up in the V.I.P. smokin on that fire leaf
if you ain't on that purple dogg you ain't as high as me
the only thing missin mayne you ain't out in sight of me
I always knew you had my back if anybody tryed to jump
and now the crowd buck cause the jam just came on
we ain't broke no more man they playin our song (hey, hey)
look at how lil'mama shake in her thong
mayne the way we ball tonight, mayne yo'name gon'live on - cause
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Everytime we hit the club - lookin good on deep dish dubs
rollin deep with all our thugs - it's hard not to think about you
Everytime we bounce around - chunkin up our side of town
yellin out it's goin down - it's hard not to think about you
Everytime we hit the do', fire up and hit the dro
hit the bar, and get the Mo' - it's hard not to think about you
Everytime we bounce around - chunkin up our side of town
yellin out it's goin down - it's hard not to think about you
[Verse 2: Lil' O]
We gon'do it big tonight bring some mo'liquor
come on picture man come and snap us some pictures
might not write alot, but I always sent you some flicks bruh
that's just the way a thug says that he miss ya
man I wish that you could see the broad that I'm dancin with
the way she work her hips, you can tell she can't handle it
you already know Lil' O I'm a dismantle it
next cock back man I'll body slam - a - bitch
now the clubs super packed, V.I.P is fired up
shots of Patron got everybody wired up
ain't another click in this bitch that as live as us
sippin on exeption tell me who as fly as us
but you ain't here so it just ain't the same
only real, gutta cats feelin my pain
the playas always switched - but the game stayed the same
guess what tonight for us, I'm a snatch some dames - cause
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire (Natalie):]
This is a dedication (hey, hey), for all the ones who ain't here (hey, hey)
but it's a celebration (hey, hey), so put ya hands in the air (hey, hey)
we miss ya, we miss ya - we love ya, we love ya
but mourn ya, but morn ya - until we join ya, until we join ya
[Verse 3: Lil' O]
So if you ballin for ya partnas, G's get ya bottles up
grab some bad broads by the hand, told 'em follow us
she whispered in my ear "Lil' O it's a lot of us"
I whispered back "baby outside I got alot of trucks"
and after the club, man we headed to the strip club
you already know how in H town we get buck
sittin in the back of the Range, gettin my dick sucked
you already know mayne you 'pose to be with us - cause
[talking]
Chow time, chow time
Everybody line up for chow, chow time
Line up for chow, line up for chow
[Hook x2: Z-Ro & (Lil' O)]
I got dreams, of being a king
(But right now, I'm living unhealthy
Since I'm balling, as I say to myself)
But everything ain't what it seems
(I'm praying, asking God for some help
When I get out, I'll be back for my wealth
It can't rain forever)
[Lil' O]
But dear Lord, change the weather
Cause these scars and these bars, make my pain make pleasure
And I'm a long far away, from everything that I treasure
All because, I was chasing this cheddar
But in my dream I was a king, but nothing ever comes to a dreamer
So I turned to a hustler, block bleeder and schemer
Daddy noticed something different, bout my gangsta demeanor
But he never, could just point the finger
But now he know, cause I'm locked up now
No more Benz with the roof, popped up now
I do my laundry in the toilet, and it's stopped up now
Boys think it's some pussy jacking off, when a female guard walk thru now
My life is a shame, but nigga doing time is the price of the game
And all this wasting time, doing nights in the bang
Got me realizing that my life gotta change, for real
[Hook x2]
[Z-Ro]
I use to have dreams, about having too much bread
But seem like whoever stacking me, down with who bust lead
Trying to take something from em, and I ain't having none of that
Artillery is close by, I'ma be grabbing some of that
If somebody was looking at me funny, I was about my money
Acting like the world was mine, and nobody could take it from me
Too much traffic, at my house now
No more twenties, I moved up to pounds and soft now
Got diamonds and gold in my mouth now, hustling hoping I can get rich
Risking mo' than my freedom, turning a continent to a brick
In the briefcase, nervous but tired of being a cheap skate
Running in and out of town on the regular, with no delay
Two hundred and seventeen thousand, dollar spot
35,000 dollar watch, you can hear it when my collar pop
I was a baller, balling in the mix
With seven cell phones, now all my people calling in this bitch
[Hook x2]
[Bleeda]
And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on me
Sooner or later, it's bound to brighten up for me
But as of now black clouds, have been above me so I'm feeling like Pac
Trying to be calm and survive the storm, but I'm missing my block
Sick of niggaz screaming throughout the night, wishing they'd stop
Bitching about, if they gon get a visit or not
When I get out it's back to the block, ain't got no time to keep
(it can't rain forever) not on a nigga, that's designed to get it
Only 23, with at least eighteen prior convictions
Guess I'ma doubt trying to get it, and over ride this visit
I've been through and through it again, troubles trials and trenches
On the edge of reserve, riding on benches sitting in back of the court
Reading breezing, through new bible scriptures
Ain't no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it, but for my niggaz on lock
That's still, filling out their grocery list
I blaze tracks like a rapper real over a pit, when I'ma wake up
[Hook x2]
I know, I know
[talking]
Yeah, nigga gangsta shit
See what a nigga gotta realize is
That a nigga, really don't like doing what he do
But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me
[Hook]
If I could then I would, stop slanging caine
Cause I know, that I should
But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood
And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta
[Lil' O]
All I do is gangsta shit
Go to work grab the four, spank the brick
All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip
I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit
So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face
Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe
All these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakes
You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight
Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from butter
And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter
Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler
Make a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler
Dear Lord, have mercy
I'm a greedy motherfucker, and I'm thirsty
I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me
I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me
[Hook: Lil' O]
[Hook: Mack Biggers]
[Mack Biggers]
Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn'
Cause my dog, need four of them zones
Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone
Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone
Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost
I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt
Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house
And fuck around, and put a gun in your mouth
What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route
And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about
Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash
Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask
Knock a nigga do' down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bag
And don't flinch, my reactions are bad
I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag
My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have
[Hook]
[Hook: Scrilla]
[Scrilla]
It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time
With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine
I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South
Stepping on work, like a rug in your house
My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows
But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl
Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine niggaz fluff they turkey's
And if you burn, nigga your trust ain't worthy
What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale
And dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jail
I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce
Cause our life, is rough around the edges
That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose
I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe
And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes
If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world
[Hook: Scrilla]
[Hook: Lil' O]
[talking]
I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block motherfucking gangsta
I can't help it, I'm a Southwest motherfucking gangsta
I can't help it, I'm a H-Town motherfucking gangsta
[talking]
These niggas funny bunny man, funny ass niggas
With all these, funny ass hugs, funny ass handshakes
All this, hey what's up ah nigga, I ain't your motherfucking friend nigga
I know you wanna see me all feet broke, looking bad nigga
Or dead in these streets, but you know what nigga
It's fuck me, naw nigga it's fuck you nigga
I don't like nan one of you cocksuckers nigga
This year it's all about me bitch, I'm one deep nigga
A bunch of money, a bunch of hoes, a bunch of guns nigga
Getting ready for you cowards nigga, I knew the day was coming nigga
I knew one day it was all gon boil down to this nigga
So, I've just been getting my shit right, waiting for you punks
[Lil' O]
I got a call from my dog
[Poppy]
Oh, word on the street
These niggas plotting on you baby, want you murdered this week
Man I was up at Cornbread's, when I heard from a freak
Jackers gon try to wet you, from your shirt to your feet
[Lil' O]
I burst out my sleep, hopped up adrenaline pumping
Like a dick in a bitch, man I knew they'd be coming
Wanting my bricks, want dough, wanting my onions
And the way my wife look, they'd probably want my woman
What left to do, but mob up and get your crew
I got dressed, and I hopped in a Lexus Coupe
I called Poppy on the phone (oh, what next to do)
Meet me at the Texaco, don't forget the tools
I got my hard hat on, we bout to put in some work
These niggas bout to get put in the dirt
I'm like a AIDS needle, nigga in your jugular, I put in the hurt
You niggas bout to get put in the church, motherfuckers
[Chorus x2]
Cause niggas wanna get me for my life, but I'm ready
Jackers wanna get me for my ice and my feddy
You must think I'm soft in the streets, I'm deadly
4-5 steady, nigga I'm ready
[Poppy]
Man I'm coming with the L the same, touch open it's hell to pay
I got something for those, who wanna take our wealth away
Niggas I'm through talking, there ain't got nothing else to say
I won't stop spitting, till your physical health decay
Until you dead from the belt down, plotting to jack
And trying to catch my nigga slipping, and put glocks to his back
Snatch his clothes, his jewels and them knots that he stack
And leave him naked, face down with shots in his stocking cap
But it ain't popping like that, we leave jackers brain dead
We ready for y'all, don't make me put a flame through your head
My niggas open, mine only know to make your brain lead
Till everybody call you Kool-Aid, cause your shirt stain red
Y'all better move around, black or stay back
I know cats that spray gats, ready to make you faggots lay back
I got something for you cowards, trying to take our chips
I'll have you needing body work, that Maco can't fix
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O]
We got a tip they at the butt naked
How ironic, cause we gon leave em butt naked
With some bullets in they skulls, and they but taken
Cause my niggas into torturing and butt raping, we ain't right
Pulled up at the club, it's a murder at late night
Caught em coming out with they partnas, to take flight
And even though I know it ain't right, to take life
I got my chopper ready to cut em, like steak knifes
Hopped out saying, playboy you looking for me
Half a second, that's how long it took him to peep
One second, that's how long it took him to flee
One and a half, how long it took me to squeeze
Say goodbye, why do jacking niggas always think that they fly
Think they bulletproof, think they can't die
Had to show him, fuck with O you'll get done in the blink of a eye
Now you dead bitch, think I'ma cry, cocksuckers
[talking]
Now pull your ride out
This how we do it, down in Texas nigga
Down South, mayn
[Hook: Dannie Marie]
(I'm pulling out), trying to get my point understood
I'm just a young nigga repping my hood, gripping on wood
You know hitting the Boule', like a real playa should
Top down washed up looking good, cause
[Lil' O]
Trying to see, what I can see
Hoes staring at my rims, like bitch I can't see
Cause they shining like a diamond, plus my five T.V.'s
Got these hoes mesmerized, but I ain't INC
I'm Fat Rat with the Cheeze, big balling Texas
54 karats, from the watch to the necklace
Candy coat paint, man I'm squashing the plexers
And the way my 18's shake, make you throw up your breakfast
Hit the strip system thumping, sipping something
4-5 in my lap, if niggaz get to dumping
Boys riding by, looking like bitch you bumping
What is them Fosgate, or is them Kickers humping
But you know I keep rolling, cause the show don't stop
Cause even when I'm at the light, man the chrome don't stop
And when I pulled up at the club, I bet your hoe gon bop
I ain't even gotta ask, she gon throw her cot
[Hook x2]
[Scooby]
I'm pulling out, I just got the ride, a tune up
Washed up, fin to hit the Boulevard and find a new slut
I'm high, and I'm full of that blue stuff
A nigga got his hands in the sky, and I'm throwing the deuce up
Now, why do they wanna let Scoob up
I'm trying to get these chickens in the ride, get to making em do stuff
When I'm tired, then Scoob'll lose em
These bitches wanna fuck my car, guess my ride just do it to em
[Unique]
You know, how a bastard ride
And V-12's, right past your ride
You fucking with 'Nique, I don't think so prolly not
Cause when I stop man, my rims do the body rock
And uh me Scoob and Pretty, breeze through the city
In a sea blue Coupe, that ease through on 20's
Disturbing traffic, as I'm passing by
Get high, and pass the lock
[Hook x2]
[Poppy]
Say baby, pass the square around
You in the presence of a playa you dig, don't be afraid to let your hair down
You know Poppy, I stay with a pair of dimes
So gritty in the car, with a receding hair line
Hey, you know I like to fill the ride with helpers
They like the way the 5's, slide on Drexler's
Those 22's my nigga, I keep something in the ride for plexers
Get it right, that's how we ride in Texas
We push slabs down here, cause we young stunners
We pull em out fast as a dick about to cum in a chick, with no rubber
And the girls, like to follow the Coupe
Cause they amazed, by the way the trunk swallow the roof
But those just the fruits, of the stacking my chips
And your chick, wanna ride with a actual pimp
I laugh at you marks, and you faggots that trip
Cause the only wood you grip, is when you jacking your dicks
[Hook x2]
[talking]
Dedicated to all the playas, on 3's and 4's mayn
20 inch chrome, 22's, 24's, you want spinners mayn
Let your motherfucking chrome spin, mayn
Straight up mayn, this one's for y'all mayn
Let your top down, let your trunk crack
Fuck it you in a Houpe mayn, get that bitch washed up
And hit the Boul' on knocking, this how we do it in the South mayn
All the playas looking good, showing up washed up
This how it go down in Big Ballin' Texas mayn, straight up
[talking]
Go to war, go to war
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, go to war
Go to war (bitch nigga), go to war (bitch nigga)
Bitch nigga yeah, what-what, yeah
[Lil' O]
Nigga I ain't gon play, and talk to you
I'ma get the AK, and the chop for you
How you walk around bumping, when you glockless fool
Make niggaz gon play around, and try to box with you
I'ma box you up, put you in a casket
Cause niggaz get blasted, instead of they ass kicked
In the 7-1-Tre, this shit is drastic
Niggaz disappearing round this bitch, like magic
I outlasted boys, cause I out-blasted boys
Mashed on niggaz, whole crews got destroyed
Hopped out of Houpes, with my K making noise
To this day I got niggaz, running round paranoid
Saying Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, man he after me
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, gon blast on me
I didn't go nowhere, cause I owe Fat Rat some cheese
And if he catch me, Fat Rat gon make me a casualty
[Hook x2]
Nigga I don't talk, or do no discussing
I pick up that K, and start to head busting
Leave a nigga face down, red like a Russian
Then scratch off in the night for real, it ain't nothing
[Lil' O]
I got a AK-47, with bullets like cone heads
And when I let it loose, it eat niggaz like corn bread
You niggaz wanna fuck with me, well gon head
I turn white T's, and jeans to tone red
With my fifty shot AK, bitch nigga eater
Twitch blips, like a stick shift on a Feeter
Split like lips, when you hit with the heater
Chew like chick lips, like you bit by a beaver
Whoa, nigga it go down for real
When the slugs hit your chest, and spin you round like wheels
And fill your body with about, fifty pounds of steel
Here go some words of advice, sit down and chill
Cause playing round here, gonna get you done
They playing round bees, gonna get you stung
I'm a made nigga playa, I can get you hung
But I'd rather get the K, and let it rip your lungs
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, boy I rip up blocks
When I make my K, hiccup shots
Are you a fool but I'm stupid I'm cupid, I hit your heart
Don't make a nigga come, get you marks cause I will
Make you niggaz hit the flo' and lie still
When I grab the K, and bust like Wild Bill
Y'all niggaz talk and play, I kill
I think y'all better leave me alone, like Ideal
Cause I ain't Mr. Friendly, or aww he's cute
I'm Mr. AK, Mr. Aim-Cock-And-Shoot
I'm Mr. Come-Through-In-A-Lexus, and pop the roof
On all you hating ass niggaz, that's off of Screw
Talking down on a playa, cause I got them figgas
And I ride around in a drop, knocking Jigga
And I stay on my note, like a opera singer
And y'all wanna hate on me, boy I'm not the nigga
[talking]
Southsive for live, we balling in the mix
It's going down H-Town for real, pull it out
Let em know, we bout to steal the show
Pull up on 4's, kick down the do, what
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Cause I'ma hold it down, and represent H-Town
They said we wouldn't make it, swore it wasn't going down
But I'ma show em now, that we about to clown
Regulate for Texas state, baby I'ma hold it down yay-yay
[Lil' O]
Hey I'm young dumb full of cum, icy and numb
Block bleeder balla, pass the great pupon
My dress code stay thoed, they be like where you from
I tell em Third Coast Texas race, Houston
And I stop the piece, when my glocks release
Catch me on the Southwest, moving flocks of geese
Talking down on my city, you'll get rocked to sleep
Cause I keep a AK, ready to chop the streets
And I don't need no friends, but I need those ends
I'm trying to get the six double zero Benz
You try to stop that, it'll be your end
We bar none boys, we don't see no men
And we fear no coward, get money and the power
Reign in the states, with the flakes and the flower
Hit clubs on Dubs, standing out like a tower
Hop out in bitches shoes, leaving niggas sour, what
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
[BFK]
I'm a habitual hard knocker, and a menace as well
Blood thirsty like rotweilers, in the kitchen with scales
Chickens and mail, got us dodging prison and jail
Slipping your nail, my niggas off of timid and frail
Like toxic, come up with smells my aroma is stronger
Man water corona, stop on cobonas
We know the ray corners, like we the F-E-D's
Best believe when we squeeze, niggas chests gon bleed
Yes indeed, no doubt we bout to rest emcees
Baller naming as the greatest, full breaded pedigree
Lifestyle and profile, living big celebrity
Never push inside my pride or, integrity
My people deep as a river, bring it on we can rumble
Turning cowards over like fumbles, or my homies the jungle
Street smart and lion hearted, what I started I finish
We provoke it and cause commotion, by the time we done hit it
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
[BFK]
I'ma compose when paper fold, and my attitude's cocky
And dodging and breaking bones pockets, leaving your posse
Sluggish and sloppy, smoking like a broken solloppe
I shake fades and break bread, while I'm blowing on broccoli
My block bleeding blood hounds, stay down like flat tires
Convicted and pass bond, we glisten like selfox
Paper rock path find, ain't no sleeping's the motto
Dehydrated for our dollas, kottenmouth and can't swallow
We Dirty Third desperadoes, dumping ashes on bitches
Mashing on snitches, and pussy glasses matching my bridges
Slagging and slipping, never in my macking and pimping
I game spit your main bitch, never shackle a pigeon
My teeth glisten while they greeting, when I'm bending in women
I'm spinning that pimping, gangsta limping, off of vision and gripping
Adrenaline dripping when I'm pumping, with a passion for stacking
Stanking like walts I catch em, ?charlie hustle in mansions?
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
[Z-Ro: in background]
Yay-ay [x13]
[talking]
Dedicated to the streets of H-Town Texas
The whole Dirty Third, everybody that held a playa down
When it wasn't going down, you know I'm saying
Much love from the Fat Rat With The Cheeze, Lil' O
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, I know I know I know
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce
Uh-uh-uh, I got these broads saying..
[Hook: Carmen Sandiego]
Mama I know I messed up, I fell in love with a gangsta
You know what, well I don't care cause he's so gangsta
And I love him and I need him, cause he's so gangsta
(I know), he's so gangsta
[Lil' O]
I'm the boy, your mammy speak about
When she go to work, the one that you sneak in the house
The thug that always beat it up, and have it leaking out
Now it seems, like my dick is all you think about
A bad boy, I'm the playa who rocks glisten
I'm the hustler with the work, boo I got chickens
Street power, I could make these punks stop living
I'm like a man with no legs, boo I'm not tripping
I'm the one your grandmama, say is so sheisty
You be like grandma I know, but he's so icey
And everythang that he roll on, are chrome Nikes
You be like girlfriend, I hope Lil' O like me
I got these broads saying
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
First things first, boo I'm not your pal
And I ain't trying to handcuff you, I got a gal
But I still got you on lock, like you on Rikey's Isle
You said it ain't because my do', its cause you like my style
The way I do it, but if you think I trick stop and listen
Fat Rat wouldn't buy you, a pot to piss in
The only thing that I'm good for, is lots of sticking
Face down ass up, hop in position
Cause baby I'm about to do the fool on you, and make that monkey hang
Have you walking funny, and saying you feeling strange
I just popped a X, and drank some Ginseng
Your bed went squeak-squeak, headboard went bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
Well ay-yo, alright
Lil' mama, we fucking all night
Ay-yo, alright
Lil' mama, we fucking all night
Now all that when we getting married, shit baby stop bugging
When you ready hit me up, I'll be on the block thugging
I'll pick you up in that drop top, on buttons
And oh yeah lil' mama, bring your hot cousin
And stop that fussing lil' mama, it's no need
Two's iight, but what's wrong with three
We can all party then fuck, it's on me
From the room to the chronic, to bottles of Don P what
[talking]
Dedicated to all the playas, all over the world man
Everybody that knows, how to keep things
On the down low, you feel me
[Hook: Big T]
He ain't gotta know, about the freaky things we do
Cause ahh, that's between me and you
He ain't gotta know, if you won't tell then I won't tell
Cause baby girl, you know you fine as hell
He ain't gotta know
[Lil' O]
If you won't tell then I won't tell, girl you know you fine as hell
Quit acting like an angel, cause you know that you be lying well
Say you at the beauty shop, say you with your homegirls
Having drinks, doing all the things that girls do a lot
Like gossip and, say you went shopping
Girl you know your man would never think, you out here bopping
Young playas like me, who ain't want for nothing
Cause I'm a young balla stunning, and I'm riding on buttons
So you ain't gotta front with O, girl I know that you choosing
And if I say let's leave right now, girl I know that you cruising
But that's our bidness, ain't nobody gotta know what we doing
So let's keep this on the low, so no one knows that we screwing
[Hook: Big T]
He ain't gotta know, about the freaky things we do
Cause ahh, that's between me and you
He ain't gotta know, if you won't tell then I won't tell
Cause baby girl, you know you fine as hell
He ain't gotta know, if you ain't tripping I ain't tripping
So let's do this baby, part of my pimping
He ain't gotta know, if you won't tell then I won't tell
Cause baby girl, you know you fine as hell
He ain't gotta know
[Lil' O]
Now all that pay your bills, I ain't got the patience man
Girl your dude at home, you know I'm just the maintenance man
I'm the one you call, when you wanna ball
What he done pissed you off, you wanna forget it all
We can get some codes, smoke some marijuana
Sip on a little Hypno', sit up in my sauna
And when we done, best believe I'ma put it on you
Cause they gon hear the backdoor, way in California
You glad you did it don't you, you feel better huh
You probably tried to give him something, he wasn't with it huh
But that's iight, he gon look all wild
When you walk up in the house, with that big old smile
[Hook: Big T]
[Big T]
About a damn thang, about us
So keep this lil thing, on the cool
[Lil' O]
Say boo, just chill don't tell just hush
I know you love, my feel my touch
It's real I'm trill, you trill let's crush
No rims, it's just a little freaky thing for us
But that's nobody's business (baby)
I ain't your man, and you aint my (lady)
Plus I won't tell nobody, that you really (shady)
Plus I know my loving, got you going (crazy)
[Hook: Big T]
[Enjoli talking]
Y'all niggaz wanna play with us, we'll woop all you hoe ass niggaz
Cock sucking ass niggaz, you wanna talk down
If you gon talk down, then grow in your mouth bitch
One mo' till you go, me and my niggaz riders
Screwed Up guerillas, wig splitters and cap peelers
And we gon let you hoe ass niggaz, know about yourself
How you love that, bitch
[Lil' O]
Hit the block masked up, hopped out of the Regal
In all black with the Mack, and bust like it's legal
Niggaz running jumping gates, suckers pissing they pants
(O let me talk), but I didn't give him a chance
See I'm raw playa, so I give him raw back words
And hit 'em with some shit, that'll make they ass hurt
See they ran up in my crib, cause they knew I had work
I swear I'll bury all them niggaz, in my backyard
Underneath the swing set, so where my nephews play
They'll be stomping and kicking, all over they grave
See I trusted them niggaz, cause they was my dogs
But I busted them niggaz, coming out my house
Came home early, cause I got roll like a pound
In the casino in Lake Charles, shooting craps out of town
If I had been up in the crib, they woulda filled me with rounds
These 'spose to be my partnas, how the fuck that sound
[Hook x2]
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't fuck, with these hoes ass niggaz
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga
[E.S.G.]
If I don't hit him with the trigga, I'ma hit him with the the steel-toe
For real though, pass the calicoe to Lil' O
Now here I go, with this hater-hurter murder shit
Know what you did last summer, I come to serve you bitch
I don't bar nan nigga, and I don't bar your block
Heard you bumping your fucking gums, at the barbershop
I won't unload my X, clear and let my ruger rip
And buck you, so this is what I do
Thinking bout the shit that we use to do, sipping on 4's and juices foo'
Hang around swang around, coming down banging Screw wit you
Cook ki's what-what, smoke weed what-what
You rat motherfucking police, what-what
Y'all some lame niggaz, fucked up in the game niggaz
We quick to aim niggaz, at point blank range niggaz
Ain't nothing changed niggaz, we down to swang niggaz
Let our nuts hang, like big ol' piece and chain niggaz
[Hook x2]
[Al-D]
Boys plexing talking shit, cause I grip's they thick
Loc'd up and po'd up, while your gal on dick
Having big thangs, and won't change for none
Too real for you to kill, with a platinum tongue
Screwed Up independent, forever recommended
Watch your ass talking shit, cause we be all up in it
Like the task at your do', knocking boys off feet
Touch the street with your teeth, nose toe off sleep
Get backer forty jacker, bad actor run up
Fuck around and lay it down, with a hole in your gut
Static nut, automatic round lead giver
Headache donator, hater fade him wig splitter
Al-D a real nigga, E.S.G. a real killer
Lil' O ain't no hoe, fuck with Screw we gon kill ya
And body bag them niggaz, with your fake smiles and lies
If you so-called friend, you turn fake I ain't surprised
[Hook x2]
[Enjoli talking]
Ha-ha you hoe ass niggaz, how you love that
4-4 to your dome, like I said befo' motherfucker
Niggaz can't see us or be us, maan
Can't help but to feel the real, recognize
Bitch made ass niggaz, cock sucking ass niggaz
[talking]
Food on the table, see that's what it's all about
If you ain't trying to get no real money
What you doing it fo'
[Hook]
See all these bitch niggas, always say they wanna shine
But never wanna work, and they never wanna grind
They only thing they doing on the cool, is wasting time
Instead of all that capping man, they need to put it down
[Lil' O]
Hey what you know about block bleeding, thugging for change
Punching niggas in the eye, for running up to your stang
Living life on the edge, playa fucking with caine
Trying to go from a rock, to a couple of thangs
See even when the sky cried, I hustled in rain
Posted up on a hot block, smothered in flames
Niggas say that we alike, we ain't nothing the same
Y'all tennis shoe hustlers, bumping for fame
Stuck in the game, plus me I'm always trying to get it
Don't ask me if I'm real, nigga I done did it
From slanging work out of Houpes, to the five is kitted
From white T's and black dickies, to designer fitted
And on the cool, I can't count all the blocks I bled
And on the cool, I can't count all the glocks I fed
Hollow point nigga eaters, filled with drops of led
Then bust at the haters, trying to drop me dead
Boy I'm a O.G. vet, you need to show me respect
Day one block bleeder, from the Southwest set
There wasn't no love, or handouts for me
I put my game face on, and ran a route for G's
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
I played to win, once other niggas played and ran
Not knowing, they would end up in the grave or Penn
Some of my roll's became foes, when I made the ends
Bitch niggas set me up, and tried to spray my Benz
Slays to sin, wishing that my days would end
I can't count the times, a playa got betrayed by friends
From niggas snitching to the laws, to try and break my chin
In a game with no rules, love's paper thin
These trifling streets, man I paid the price to eat
But still boys, wanna act like my life is sweet
Sometimes I ask myself, I wonder what my life would be
If I just stayed in school, and got a nice degree
But life for me, wasn't no knowledge from books
It was street game playa, and I got it from crooks
So when you boys want work, I got it to cook
And when you punks want war, I bring it to hooks
[Hook x2]
[talking]
Food on the table, nigga
Stop playing games with your life
Get focused nigga, grow the fuck up
Niggas acting like a million dollas, gon fall from the sky
Or something, out here playing games
[talking]
Food on the table, see when I became a man
I realized, it wasn't about what these niggas was
Saying about me, it wasn't about what these hoes
Was saying about me, it was about me staying focused
And making my dreams come true
[Lil' O]
They say don't work you don't eat, it's a fact of life
And niggas like me, got appetites
Sometimes you got a chance it, and snatch the dice
And say fuck friends, if they ain't acting right
Never look back, till you get your assets right
Make these niggas be like yeah, dog your ass was right
Cause the streets slay us up, like a sacrifice
All my niggas dead and gone, in they afterlife
But I recall when they said, I was acting shife
Cause I stay one deep, in my Lac tonight
From the grind nigga, trying to make my stash look right
Lil nigga big dreams, all I had was Christ
To just, listen to my pain (heey)
I'm a hustla, I ain't in it for the fame
Can't you see, I'm trying to get a little change
Why you niggas, won't let me do my thang
But fuck y'all though
[Hook x2: Lil' O & Rachel]
Cause as long, as I'm able
To always put food, on the table
(I'll be alright)
See as long, as I'm able
To always put food, on the table
(I'll stay on my grind)
[Lil' O]
See it's two choices in life, win or lose
I said I make my own way, I will bend the rules
Keep my eyes on the prize, never tend to lose
Be careful bout the broads, and the friends I choose
Cause they extra baggage
But fuck these niggas dog, get your cabbage
They just gon hate, cause you extra lavish
But I'm a guerilla, so I'm extra savage
It's hard to hit me, when I'm lonely I know God is with me
And if I gotta kill a few niggas, then Lord forgive me
Cause desperately, y'all gon tell me
To go get the glock and lick shots, till all is empty
Respect the game, I went from the Houpe to the Lexus Range
If your broad chose me, then check your dame
Fat Rat with the Cheese, man respect the name
It get's no realer
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
See I don't got no friends
Cause ain't nobody here, when I ain't got no ends
And won't nobody roll, if I ain't got no Benz
Sometimes I feel, like I ain't got no win
I ain't got no girl, I ain't got no hoes
Cause they ain't there, when I ain't got no dough
And they won't bop, if I ain't got no shows
Sometimes I feel like, I ain't got no soul
All I have, is the Lord Sweet Jesus
Help me wage war, with the non-believers
These niggas want me dead, for numerous reasons
But through faith in you, Lord I'm still here breathing
Strive and achieving, hoes not leaving
Boys throwing slugs at me, I'm bobbing and weaving
Much love to my niggas, that committed no treason
Fuck everybody else, this is what I believe in
[Hook x2]
[Rachel]
I'll be alright, I'll be alright
Stay on my grind, you'll be alright
Stay on your grind, cause it'll be alright
Alright, alright, alright
[talking]
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, I'm back baby
I'm feeling like Rocky Balboa man
I'm in the best shape of my life, boys asking
Ay O where you been, hey man I've been balling man
I ain't finna lie to you, but peep this
I'm back in the kitchen, I got this A-1
I know y'all boys tired of all this bullshit on the streets
Let me go ahead and give you what you want
[Lil' O]
Ay top down, chrome spinning
Fuck all these bitch niggaz, skinning and grinning
You ain't gotta like O, Lil' O's still winning
And I'm still, fucking all your women
Getting plenty of paper, think I'm done I got plenty of capers
And I'm feeling like, one of the Lakers
I'm on the strongest team, I'm like dro I belong with green
You ain't built for this do', you all wrong with green
You wouldn't know, what to do with it
You'd prolly buy a Escalade trick it off, fuck around and let your boo get it
But me a stone, flip a brick so fast
Hit the motherfucking bird, gon catch whiplash
Then I flip it, and do it again
Pull up in that X-5 truck, in front of you and your friends
Like sucker, this European
And no it is not a mirage, what you are seeing
I'm on 20 inch chrome, Johnnie diamonds on
Gat in my drawas, nigga leave me alone
Pull a bitch with a ass, you gotta squeeze in a thong
And she love all the Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, lil' songs
I'm the one, nigga like 10 minus 9
And my neck to your neck, got ten times the blind
My wrist to your wrist, got ten times the shine
And the 8'll set you straight, if you get out of line
Niggaz acting like O, won't light they mouth
Do a drive-by ride-by, ignite they house
And if they bitch jump in, I'ma fight they spouse
This is war, let me show you what this life's about
Nigga moving thangs, packing pistols
Watch out for jackers, them boys will get ya
Nigga get ya cash, make these boys respect ya
And ball till you fall, or the FED's come get ya nigga whoa
[Hook]
When the last time, you heard it like this
Niggaz rapping bout, moving them bricks
Fucking hoes, and stacking them chips
It's Lil' O nigga, whoa
So only if, you know you're live
From the North, to the Southwest side
How many bricks, can you fit in that ride
Get on ya grind nigga, whoa
[talking]
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, Lil' O nigga I'm back
The new album "Food on Tha Table" coming soon
The streets ain't never sounded so good
Nigga I'm telling you baby, 8900 Brae'
We back up in this bitch, what's up Mack Biggers
What's up Spook, what's up T.B., what's up D-Mac
What's up Deuce, Bar None Boys we all in this bitch
Game Face nigga, what's up H-A-dub-K
Grit Boys, Pretty Todd, Willow, Lab
[talking]
Yeah, y'all know what it is man
Saturday night man, we coming out baby
Where the fuck we going, we going to Max's
Nigga already, meet me there baby let's do it
[Lil' O]
You can catch Lil' O, pulling up at Max's
In a old school drop, seats color of Khaki
Candy red paint, and my 4's look glassy
Got a nine on my lap, and AK in the back seat
Cause you know these jackers trip, when you ride on swangs
And when the light hit ya ice, man ya ice go bling
But if you run up on this harder gun, it might go bang
In fact don't even doubt it, boy your life gon end
Hit the valet, hopped out dressed to kill
And I don't ever wait in line, I know Ed and Dell
Went straight to the bar, like what's the deal
And they already know, put my Cris' in a pail
Got my Cristal, fired up a do-do square
Nigga let's ball, Fat Rat's in this bitch West-West y'all
You niggaz know, how I do it
I'm looking for a bad bitch, so she can swallow my fluid
[Hook x2]
I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs
Drinking Cris', niggaz showing me love what
I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs
Drinking Cris', bitches showing me love what
[Lil' O]
I gave dap to real playas, from the South to the North
Then ran up on a bitch, with a back like a horse
She said ain't you Fat Rat, with the Lac and the Porsche
She was all on my sack, I could tell by her voice
I told her look here baby, I got all kinds of toys
But fuck that, are we cutting like Pastor Troy
Cause them tits, bout the size of some asteroids
And I love nuttin' on breasts, ask them boys
Then the DJ seen my face, and started playing my song
And the crowd went crazy, when "Back, Back" came on
Then he backed on to, "We Ain't Broke No Mo"
We all started throwing up broke, cause we ain't broke no mo'
Big balling, we don't roach no mo'
Giving thanks to the father, we ain't gotta slang coke no mo'
But we always celebrate, for our niggaz on lock
That's why we fire up the dro, and make the Cris' go pop
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
Now it's 3 in the morning, and a nigga's lit
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, man I'm out this bitch
Told the valet, to bring me my drop
I seen boo from earlier, I told her what's up you gon give me some cot
She said cool Lil' O, it's however you want it
You just gotta be the G, you wan' hop up on it
I said bitch say no mo', don't spoil the moment
Cause I'ma beat the pussy up, like it's my opponent
Now she hopped in the drop, we went straight to the room
And she's trying to be the bride, well I ain't the groom
Bent her ass right over, jumped dead in her womb
Bust a nut told her bitch, check out time's at noon
[talking]
I'll holla at ya, silly bitch
But god damn, that pussy was good
Just another Saturday night for a real
Motherfucking playa nigga
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze bitch
[H.A.W.K. talking]
Big balling Texas, you are now about to witness
The sounds, of the Fat Rat with the Cheese
Lil' O, Screwed Up Click
[Hook]
Don't plex, cause I got the tool
(man you talking to me), yeah I'm talking to you
Well see you hating on a playa, cause I rock them jewels
But if it's fuck me nigga, then it's fuck you too
[Lil' O]
Ay yo, I just came to party
And I don't really wanna, kill nobody
Pulled out the thang, lick shots from the forty
And have your mama talking bout, Lordy Lordy
But boys, like to jump into some gangsta games
And never learn, till a playa shank they frame
All you hear is broads is yelling, then I smash and bang
When I pick up the pool stick, and spank his brain
I'm a gangsta gangsta, a hustler hustler
The Braeswood block boy, ain't no busta
And if he don't shoot you, then he bound to cut you
If he chunk up the West, then his boys gon rush up
So the best thing to do, daddy leave it alone
When I'm leaving my home, I'm always leaving with chrome
What makes you think you won't, catch three in your dome
And I ain't even tripping dog, you seen the wrong
[Hook]
Don't plex, cause I got the tool
(man you talking to me), yeah I'm talking to you
Well see you hating on a playa, cause I rock them jewels
But if it's fuck me nigga, then it's fuck you too
Don't plex, cause I got the tool
(man you talking to me), yeah I'm talking to you
Well see you hating on a playa, cause I fucked your boo
But if it's fuck me nigga, then it's fuck you too
[Lil' O]
Hey don't plex, dog it ain't even worth it
I'll have you in a coffin, looking picture perfect
Chest look a mess, body blue like smurfy
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Nigga what you smoking, what you drinking
You gon run up on who, nigga what you thinking
Hey look me in my eyes, nigga I'm not blinking
These Southside playas, will leave you stinking
But look here daddy, I don't want no trouble
Cause if it go down playa, guns gon rumble
And boys gon drop like fumbles, so if you see
A sucka fall to his knees, man that cat ain't stumble
So what you need to do, is just stay in your place
Before I grab the Cristal bottle, Cris in your face
Have your mouthpiece missing a space, for talking out
The side of your neck, that hating gon get you erased
[Hook]
[Lil' O]
Hey don't plex, lil daddy what's the deal
What's all the plex for, relax and chill
Stop acting like a broad, you need mass and gill
This is Big Balling Texas, start acting trill
We don't fight over hoes, we don't do it like that
This the best way for you, to catch two in your back
Don't be mad when you see me, come through in a Lac
Cause if I'm sitting on 4's, I got two of my gats
And you one of them cats, that's making me feel uncomfortable
Don't make me snatch your life, right from under you
Cause if you hear (*gun shot*), that ain't thunder fool
It's too late, now you six feet under dude
My cars wonderful, my jewelry's shitty
And I ride on chrome, when I cruise the city
And that's where you be a fool, to get me
Cause I got something sitting on my lap, that'll chew your kidney
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K. talking]
You see, pretty much what my dog trying to say is
If you out here fighting over these females, you plexing
If you mad at a playa, cause he out here getting his cash, you plexing
And we don't do it like that down here, in these H-Town streets
This is Big H.A.W.K., S.U.C. five star general
Putting it down with my dog Lil' O, letting y'all know how it go
[Rachel]
See when you're gone, and I'm alone
It would be nice, if you picked up the phone and call me
Cause you got me wondering
[Hook x2: Rachel]
Do you think about me, remember me
Cause I was there for you, remember me
Cause I took care of you, remember me
But do you think about me, remember me
[Lil' O]
Lil' mama you can't forget, what's on the top of your list
Even though I know you feel, like you ain't off in the mix
Because I'm gone never home, always off in the mix
Leaving you in need of love, and all you want is a kiss
And I ain't there, to give you what you need
It ain't fair, that your man out there chasing greed
Plus all the years of the tears, that you shed for me
And nightmares, that you have of penitentiaries
Hoping, that ain't meant for me
Cause you were sent to me, to show me what life is
To teach me that I'm blessed, whether balling or ices
My pretty black queen, you my beautiful Isis
We need do' to live, but our love is priceless
Stuck with me through the crisis, but now it's crunch time
But if you stay down, boo I promise this one time
Just stay through the rain, and I'ma give you the sunshine
And you ain't gotta ask, boo know that I love mine
[Hook x2: Rachel]
[Rachel]
You manipulated me with money, cause that's what I love
When plexed with all my enemies, now what the fuck
You got head from my friend, and I'm cool with the hoe
And she running around saying, that she blew Lil' O
You hurt me some mo' I won't lie, down to make the first crime
For all the times you broke my heart, had me wanting to die
I had thoughts of leaving you, and I wanted to try
But the low self-esteem, wouldn't let me say bye
You had me on lock, right banging some new cock
I don't understand, I was making that pussy pop
That ain't all, cause for three years I watched you ball
Seen you get it and split it, and give the game your all
But it's cool, cause love breaks all the rules
And I ain't tripping with you baby, cause you still my boo
I ain't mad at you, just know how to handle you
I'm still loving you, but you don't keep it real with me
[Hook x2: Rachel]
[Lil' O]
Ooh I'd love to just hug you, kiss you and chill
Lay you down on your back, baby give you your thrills
Put it on you real good, ask you how do it feel
But it's hard to feel real, when you can't pay your bills
So sweetie let me make a meal, the best way that I can
Cause when you win I feel broke, I feel like less of a man
To ease your pain, always know I'm trying the best that I can
Struggles part of God testing a man, I won't lose
He's saying you or dome, lil' mama I won't choose
Cause if I lose either, lil' mama Lil' O lose
Just let me stay focused, like how I'm 'pose to
And know in your heart deep down, I want you
To share, everything I have
Cause a queen, on the side is what a king should have
These other hoes mean nothing, just some friends I had
That made me realize, that you the best thing I have
[Hook x2: Rachel]
[Rachel]
Why don't you (remember me)
Oh why can't you (remember me)
I took care of you (remember me)
Oh, remember me (remember me)
Oh why don't you (remember me)
Oh why can't you (remember me)
I was there for you (remember me)
Oh remember me (remember me)
[Chorus: (Lil' O){Hawk}]
Share the pussy Share the pussy {They can share}
Share the pussy Share the pussy {You know you want it}
Share the pussy Share the pussy {Like that}
Share the pussy Share the pussy
Choo Choo let a nigga run a train
Choo Choo let a nigga run a train
Choo Choo let a nigga run a train
Is you down for dick sucking and fucking and everythang
[(Lil' O){girl}]
Ever seen a broad get drunk off hennesy on the rocks
Then I pop me and ex(extasy) now i'm fiening for cops
Thats when I notice her sholder staring at the gleam on my watch
Licking her lips rubbing her tits ooh you making me hot
She had a waist like a boss and neck like a hoss
And by the twich in her walk I knew she love when I floss
I whispered in her ear baby let me hit but first
You down to leave with a player she replied {of course}
Took her to the room and baby I was ramming her
Had her hitting off the wall showing stamina
My dick was eating up her pussy like an canibus
She was like {ooh Lil O you a animal}
Thats when I rolled her on her stomacje and I worked her caboose
Deep shots like three corners made her nut me some juice
Then she made her pussy squeeze had it grippin my goose
Made me bust about a gallon had to go and produce
Mann!
[Chorus]
[Big Hawk]
Missy freaky deaky I was watching you peep me
From the look in your eyes I can tell that you're sneaky
You're ready to eat me I know you hate to admit
I know you want it come and get it cause I been antious to hit
Girl i'm ready to rip I hear you love good sex
So I map out a plan like an artchitech
Aint no name calling or no disrespect
How many hits does it take to get the pussy wet
Make you Sweat like Keith feel the bodily heat
When I dig I dig deep and make you grit your teeth
I'm a natural freak in between the sheets
But what you got between your legs girl I ain't gon eat
But you can suck the meat til i'm about to cum
Call it sixtey eight(68) and I owe you one(1)
My job is done I love the way you work the tongue
But you done digedy done digedy digedy done done
[Chorus]
[Mr.3-2]
Let keep the situation playa while I put me some dosza in the air
Pass the pussy but share cause you know I don't care
Mr.3-2 extroidanaire and the choo choo a gun
Knocking you straight broads down and these lesbians
Yes I am you already know
Yellow black it bout to go down after the show
Me Mike D Hawk Lil O tag teamin niggas be dreaming
But we got these bitches screaming like they mean it
Every race and the cock I seen it that aint us lets run train
Give me and my patnas some brain all pussy the same
Don't remeber the face or name hoes who whine to much
And I can't count the number of bitches that can lick my two nuts
Two sluts no bras equal(=) manaja twois
Then turn them all to my potnas lean of them like bar
World wide super star we ain't hand cuffin
[talking:]
Ain't no turning back now
A nigga too deep in nigga, I done tasted the fruit nigga
This the story this is it, this how it went down
The autobiography, of the Fat Rat with the cheese
Lil' O, based on a true story
[Lil' O:]
I hit the block in fatigue, with these drugs sitting in my asshole
Straight crack cocaine, hundred dollar street value
And we slanging on this spot, if you don't know you bitch we down you
Surround you, seven in your head is how they found you
The dope game done changed us, derange us into demons
We money hungry hustling, from morning to the evening
Finna see things, these boys ain't seen like plenty G's
Trying to get things these boys ain't got, they diamonds rings
Switched it down, a piece and gold chain
And a big body Benz, sitting on thangs
Know what I'm saying, so I got's to let em hang when I hit these streets
Concentrate on holding weight, and work my way to a ki
Stay away from hoe ass niggaz, that's surrounding me G
Cause if you ain't talking balling, you can't be around me
And even though, I'm a young nigga
My nuts hang, like they weigh a fucking ton nigga you understand
[Hook: x2]
See we never falling all in, young niggaz balling
Got's to get my grind, and I'm stalling
See my money calling, stay paid yiggy-yes y'alling
Cause being a grown nigga, is a prowling
[Lil' O:]
Now its two years later, everything is looking fine
Put up the seventeen, now a nigga scoring nine
Keep my bidness to myself, don't need these haters all in mine
You tell these boys your bidness, and they'll have you doing time
Hit the club starched and ironed, clutching on the bank
At the bar like a star, buying all my niggaz dranks
You don't even got to think, you know I got some revenue
Cause I'm piece and chain, POLO Guess doing tennis shoes
Taking pictures for my dog, on lock paying dues
He got five, so he got the Penitentiary blues
And that ain't cool but fool, look at these photos and laugh
Cause I'm posing with bad bitches, with my hands on they ass
Yeah this lifestyle's fast, pray to God I make change
But I'm in it to the death, I can't settle for some change
And it's strange we still hustle, but we know it don't last
But I'm in it to the death, I can't live without the cash
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
My confessions as a changed man, a young adolescent
Now we thug niggaz hustling, counting money and blessings
Learn lessons of the game, I study crooks like books
Boss taught me how to pimp hoes, and cocaine cook
I overlooked the thoughts, of living right
Be consequences, yes indeed I had to pay the price
The confiscation of my freedom, what a sacrifice
Not scared to die, but still I lust forever lasting life
But I ain't crying I'm grinding, can't stop young nigga striving
Planning hostile take overs, power moves and perfect timing
Now my roof's popped up, my bitch bopped up
My pockets overflow, like a toilet stalked up
Picking up niggaz hoes, drop em off knocked up
And if they nigga plex, I leave his chest locked up
I'm coming up, so why these haters talking down on O
Man I bought you boys tampax, you niggaz is hoes
[Hook x2]
Bleed the block, bleed the block
Bleed the block, nigga G's and knots
Bleed the block, bleed the block
[talking:]
These niggaz gon bleed, pass me the weed
These niggas gon bleed
[Hook: Big Pokey]
These niggaz gon bleed, I just hit em with that thang and it freeze
Good that I did my deed, so pass me the weed
So I could slay, another MC
These niggaz, ain't fucking with me
[Lil' O:]
I represent the born in killers, from the land of the trillest
Drug dealers thug niggaz, who specialize in kidnapping squealers
Gat concealers, drillers for scrilla through outfed gorillas
We bust back with bazookas, just to make sure they feel us
Like Atilla the Hun, killers with guns leaving you numb
Loving nothing, but bitches and funds
Give me your ones, for fun you'll get annihilated
Pull the nickle fine plated, both his eyes dilated
Yeah the Southside made it, how you love that
I know you niggaz hate it, but you can't fuck with that
Lil' O, better known as Fat Rat with the cheese
Triggas squeeze, on all the South's enemies with ease
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
I hit your block like Jeffrey Dommer, eat a nigga ass up
And what click you claim, I could give a fat fuck
You touch my fast bucks, I'm at your front do'
Quicker than a fast nut, with that blast and that buck
Rob-rob murder-murder, killer cap peeler
Slug feeler hit list, dump a nigga in the ditch hit
You bitches it's bidness, you know I'm saying
So when you see me out the roof, cause you know what I'm spraying
And you know where I'm aiming, I proceed at your toes
And I make my foes fall, like wars at Jericho
Get greedy with calicoes, jaw breakers and body blows
Flying feet to the nose, multiple bullet holes
Like a heroin overdose, or too much cocaine in your nose
I got that heart stopper flow, the chart topper glow
So start with Lil' O, best believe I draw heat
A monster mind shit, bitch it's all about me
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O:]
Ain't no discussing, we issue concussions for nothing
Redrumming like Russians, hitting boys like percussion for thinking that we bluffing
Cause it ain't nothing, to get these triggas crushing
Niggas rushing for they shit, but it's too late they got hit
Try the glock greeders, certified block bleeders
Heavyweights from Texas state, smuggle top flight cheeba
In the drop top beamer, with a top notch diva
Thugged out diamonds shining, with my hand on my heater
These niggaz act like senoritas, so I slap them all
And I know it breaks your heart, that I'm back to ball
But the fact of it all, is that I still won't stop
[Lil' O]
Uh...
Get ready to dance...
Every girl grab a man...
Get ready to dance,
What-wha-what-what
Say...
Get ready to dance...
Every girl grab a man...
Lil'O...
ESG...
Let em know...
Say...
[Chorus x2: ESG]
Bend ya knees, touch ya toes
And who ever don't like it tell em,
"Fuck you hoes"
Now shake ya hips give it all ya can
Tell them hata brawds, "bitch, i'll take ya man!"
[Lil' O]
Say girl, ya lookin too clean
Bowlegged in your iceberg jeans
You little jazzy thang, you done wrecked the scene
And the way you shake your ass, I know it sexes me
That why them hatin ass hoes be mad at chu
Cause you shake yo thang with attitude
They mad cause they ain't as bad as you
???????? and they grab at chu
You ain't worried bout yo man
You just on the floor
But the way you dance boo
You puttin on a show
Cause all the guys be like "hold up whoa!"
And all the girls be,"let's jump that hoe!"
Don't let them stop ya
Do yo thang girl, you will be proper,
Heart stopper, face cute,
Ass lookin proper, cause those brawds can't knock ya
So just...
[Chorus]
[Lil' O]
Stop, drop, move ya hips
See any brawds twist, they can do that shit
Fuck a lolly-pop girl, you'd be licked
But playas get chose, now who ya wit
Cause you know that I want that
That's why you bendin over,shakin, and you taunt that
Plus you know you got a chest, so you flant that
Plus you know that I'm gone on the koniac
I'm fucked up
Now you met a baller tonight, you lucked up
The girl I came with, I told her, "tuff luck"
You act ? post and stuck up
I need a hot girl in my life, I want her
Met her at the bar wit her mouth wide open
Eyes blood-shot, red nose, in there smokin
Said,"why she lookin at me all heart broken?"
Forget her, I got your back
So just...
[Chorus]
[Lil' O]
Now baby dip, baby dip
Like you want me to trick baby, trick
Now baby dip, baby dip
Like you want me to trick baby, trick
Now I know how yall say I'm wrong
But I couldn't help to think bout baby in a thong
I ain't gonna lie shorty got it goin on
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That shows right there how throwed she is
Thermistat couldn't tell her how cold she is
Then she did the splits like an olympicists
Started laughin at my date, she a bowler bitch
Don't do it like that girl
You gonna make her start shootin off her gat girl
Cause when she mad, she don't know how to act girl
But you my boy, so I have to give you dab girl
Do your thang just...
[Chorus]
[Lil' O]
Now baby dip, baby dip
Like you want me to trick baby, trick
Now baby dip, baby dip
Like you want me to trick baby, trick
Now baby dip, baby dip
Like you want me to trick baby, trick
Now baby dip, baby dip
Like you want me to trick baby, trick
[Lil' O talking]
Street life, see I've been trying to tell these kids
If you ain't live in these streets, stay the fuck away from these streets
You know I'm saying cause these streets is nothing to play with, you feel me
It's some real bullshit mentality out there you know what I'm saying
Everybody trying to get everybody, don't care how they get it
Don't care what they do to get it, as long as they get it, know what I'm saying
It's gone be the death of us
[Lil' O]
Hey, niggas in these streets ain't the same no more
They rob, steal and cheat it ain't a game no more
Your own friend'd hit you with the flames from the four
Get you for your stash, leave your brains on the floor
And really I don't want to slang caine no more
Cause snitching like it really ain't a thang no more
The minute they get caught man they sing like a hoe
Bring the feds to your house have them bang on your door
That's why I be alone I don't hang no more
See me one deep in a ten range ro'
Thinking through the years everthing changed loc
Cause now a little piece done fucked her for some change or some clothes
Street life mentality by any means get it
Even if a couple heads got it again split it
They don't even be ashamed they be like, yeah I did it
But did you feel bad, I was with it
[Chorus x2: Papa Reu]
Cause if I got to beg, steal and borrow to make it to tomorrow
I got to do what I got to, cause who is gonna feed me
[Lil' O]
It's every man for himself, everyone for the scrilla
Hunger turns monkeys to geurillas
Fear turn a coward to a killer
Paper turns ladies into whores
Coward just to dream to the poor
That's why they rob jinks in the stores
And make them lay down on the floor
That's why them boys kicked down your door
Looking for the safe and the raw
They shot you like it ain't against the law
What happened to the rules of the lord
Thou shall not kill, thou shall not rob
Thou shall not steal, but now they be like thou shall not chill
When thou gets his hands on about a couple mill
Man, it's real in these streets
You got to be a soldier to deal with these streets
Act like a chump you be a meal in these streets
They be like, yeah I'm wrong, but I still go to eat, for real cause
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O]
We need to pray to christ, the devil got our soul
And we all pay the price
How many boys you know got slayed over dice
Cause praying in the streets for a chain full of ice
It's the end of the world
And I ain't got a quarter to lend to a girl
But they ain't even tripping, they selling they tail
By these other hoes boost suppose to get them some mail
But room out of freaks nigga tell them theyself
Cause I know everybody trying to get them some wealth
But the route that they going gone get them to hell
Niggas always got the plan, but the plan always fails
And we always end up dead or in jail
Imagine years for the rest of your life you got to live in a cell
That'll make you stop living for real
It's now niggas doing time on the throw when they get in the chair
I tried to warn them but they say they don'y care, cause
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O talking]
Let me tell you something, all that about your my partners
They love me and give me a dollar
if they love me let me tell you something kids
You niggas don't give a fuck about me, you know what I'm saying
You don't go the streets to find love
cause all you gonna find in the streets is hate
Know what I'm saying, your g's is loving you, your parents loving you
You feel what I'm saying, your family loving you
That's the people that love you man
These niggas in the streets will slit your throat boy
get on your note I'm telling you something real, you hear what I'm saying
It's some beg, steal or borrow mentality it's every man for himself
If they feel they can come up on you and get away with it
Don't think that they won't do it boy, you know what I'm saying
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet
Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me
I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
Don't make me pepper spray your face have you lookin' all spicy
Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth
But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And ya'll walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely
Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
you hatas like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights
Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear he hit your freak
But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek
Then wanna step to me talkin' but (Oh you foul!)
All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)!
I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal
I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock
Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his block
You love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart
You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
