| Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the Underboss
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| C.M.G. |
| fa sho
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| Hit licks for heavy bricks, I get it 14 plain
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| Coming from out of town, it’s gon be 19 a thang
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| Rock for rock, zone for zone
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| Block for block, getting it on till the whole thang gone
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| I’m a rap star, but I got love for the do
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| Going hard with the snow, till it ain’t no mo'
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| Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stay stacking
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| Distribute these goods, and try to ease away from jacking
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| My neighborhood, it rock like heavy metal
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| We raised that way, so you can play it on the ghetto
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| I got that work nigga, but I ain’t Beatrice
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| Keep seventeen bricks, in the pissy mattress
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| H-Town H-Town, the city of dope
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| Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat
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| Don’t get me wrong, some fly and some float
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| My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
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| To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke
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| I’m the quarterback, my receiver wide open
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| For a pass, got the police on D
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| But shit knowing me, I’ma throw a T. D
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| I’m in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking
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| I’m bout my game, ain’t got time for the faking
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| I might be rapping, but I’m still brick breaking
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| Cause ain’t no limit, to this money I be making
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| I’m in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking
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| I’m bout my game, ain’t got time for the faking
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| I might be rapping, but I’m still cake baking
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| Cause ain’t no limit, to this money I be making
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| You know the streets end up, and I just can’t let up
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| Niggas falling out of line, man they must catch up
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| Cause the limo’s, jacuzzi’s and presidential suites
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| All that pretty shit, can’t keep my hands out the streets
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| I do it dirty, the type of work that get a nigga thirty
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| Birds that get the worm, are the ones up early
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| It’s a hard job, trying to survive the mob
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| Staying in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed
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| I got a brick hanging, and it’s wrapped like a gift
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| With a poisonous smell, that the dogs can’t sniff
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| Airplanes and trains, mics and cocaine
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| It’s twenty for a show, twenty for a thang
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| Rapping is beautiful, it got a young nigga shining
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| But some’ing in my blood, that just keep a nigga grinding
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| I get’s paid, on a regular basis
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| So many faces, so many places what
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| It ain’t no limit to this money, I’m telling you mayn the game funny
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| Niggas wasn’t with it, till you mention big face hundreds
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| Get the bricks, load em in the train
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| Load em in the submarine, load em in the plane
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| It’s in the game, like EA Sports
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| Slip and get hit, with bullets of all sorts
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| You don’t wanna play around, with me do ya
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| Hollow tips shred right through ya, treat you like I never knew ya
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| Behind my work
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| And I’m always one deep when I do my dirt, the truth hurt
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| It hit you like a boomerang, and come back
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| Like dope fiends, digging for hard crack
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| Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine
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| 24/7 3−65, I’ma shine
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| Ice gon blind, don’t make a mistake dummy
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| And I’ll do whatever it take, to make money for real |