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"Weak Talk"
(feat. Mr. Lee)

"Weak Talk"
(feat. Mr. Lee)



[Lil' Keke]
Man hold up, what you talking about
I said it in 9-2, now they wearing it out
It was way back when, couldn't make no noise
Now the whole industry, loving them country boys
Got that Dirty South tonic, super fly ebonic
Smoking on that good shit, and it's light green chronic
So I dripped off, and laying down the 7-1-3
I spit 16 bars, same price as a ki
Houston Texas motherfucker, we be choking the tree
Got the 20 ounce muddy, they done crashed the three
But they wanna talk like we talk, it ain't no cape walk
Flipping thangs, and you can't get caught
Sip purple and Robatus', 22's on the bus
Candy painted plenty screens, they can't do it like us
We gon rise to the front, cause we love the stuff
Big Unit we burning up, like they firing a blunt

[Hook x2]
Now it's time to cease that weak talk
I hear you motherfuckers, trying to talk like we talk
I see you motherfuckers, trying to walk how we walk
You mess around with the South, niggaz getting tossed

[Mr. Lee]
What you mad, cause you can't walk the walk like me
What you hating, cause you can't talk the talk like me
Records keep flopping, nigga can't clack up like me
Nodd Factor's on the top, and I'm running with G's
Niggaz kill me with this shit, wanna be like me
I got you rehearsing your shit, wanna talk like me
I got you walking with a limp, trying to act like me
At the same time, trying to hate on Mr. Lee
You a old motherfucker, trying to act like you young
Trying to speak down on the real, looking stupid and dumb
Nobody could hear you nigga, when you bumping your gums
Nodd Factor's keep it real, Big Unit number one

[Hook x2]

[Slim Thug]
Cease the talk, I'm tired of you actors
Out there speaking Boss, trying to represent the streets we walk
Just because, you be the Boss
Don't mean that your ass, born and raised down South
Nigga I've been country, but mo' being country was cool
Big Boss big brother, back in the old school
You use to think, I was a fool ha (fool ha)
When I drove the big old school, to school ha (school ha)
You never thought I could ever do what I do ha (do ha)
But I do ha, I bet back then you wish you knew ha
You would of stopped the hate, and tried to participate
Get on my team, and make what the Mr. make
But you too late, the train departed
The game is started, Slim Thug's a famous artist
See I talk the talk, and walk the walk
And if it come out my mouth, I back it up what I'm bout yeah

[Hook x2]
 
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"What I Wanna Do"
(feat. Liz)

"What I Wanna Do"
(feat. Liz)



[Lil' Keke]
We had fights and arguments and all the above
I guess that's the life that comes with true love
Sixteen, probably being too fly
But it's a trip girl look how ten years went by
On the passenger side when I drove my first car
With no, a.c. just praying to be a star
We skipped school, and move around on the double
Go to the crib do it like a married couple
You a hot girl, and I wanna be your T
We both learned the hard way, that's how shit be
And a lot of drama, and I ain't gone lie, it's cheap
But at the end of the day girl you still my boo
It wasn't ever bout the money or the late night grind
Cause a nigga went broke, and did it three more times
From the lame game, to the fortune and fame
Your heat still the same, ain't a damn thang changed, c'mon

[Chorus x2: Liz]
You know what I wanna do
Nothing I could find
You know that mine and it's mine
Ain't nothing but love, and ain't a damn thang changed

[Lil' Keke]
When I left girl, I was coming back to get you
It was picture perfect, but I could paint a perfect picture
I've been hard broke, but it's all in your mind
I use to think about my daddy saying look in time
Cause the media, the public you know how they do it
We use to block em out the way because we so use to it
I don't know everything, but I'ma swear I do
Cause I be damned if another nigga run through you
I use to lace you up, I got you right and tight
Niggas fly as a jet, so don't take that flight
I ain't the one, Lil' Keke the Don, I bar none
Everything done changed since the birth of my son
I'm a different man, whether you see it or not
It's gone be hard for another dude to take my spot
I get my cash baby, because you know it's a must
But the money ain't a thang, that ain't nothing on us, c'mon

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Ain't nothing in the world could take the place of you
You your daddy's best man, and you just turned two
I love the way you high five and jab like defeat
Get dressed and grab your hat cause you rolling with me
You turn the music up soon as we get in the truck
And when I turn it down to talk to you turn it right back up
When we jump out, you want the first thing you see
And I can't really say nothing shit you just like me
You my heart, you my soul, you my pride and joy
You my nigga, you my ace, you my baby boy
You throw your dukes up homie like you ready to fight
With something new everyday, boy you flying your kite
And you stay motivated, so I keep on strutting
And I swear on my life, I wouldn't trade you for nothing
You the best thang happened, couldn't see it no better
Having anything you want, you my dog forever, c'mon

[Chorus x2]

[ad-libs]
 
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"What It Do"
(feat. H.A.W.K., Big Pokey)

"What It Do"
(feat. H.A.W.K., Big Pokey)



[Intro]
Rep your hood, (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood
For my G's and my thugs, my niggaz rep your hood (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood
For my G's and my thugs, my niggaz rep your hood (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood (do what)
If you independent women and living, rep your hood (do what)
Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood

[Lil' Keke]
I bet ya y'all came here, to rock the club
It ain't no way, that these haters can stop the club
I see some independent women, I see some thugs
So get your bounce on whodie, and show some love
This the club homie, you take it home if you're tired
The beat shaking the wall, this party is getting live
This the club homie, you take it home if you're tired
She shaking and acting bad, that ass is getting wide
Cause uh we came here, to crank it up
Be a star hit the bar, and drink it up
Now tell em we came here, to crank it up
And ya know that this click, don't give a fuck
So get your roll on homie, and rock the club
We in the VIP, we stank it up
So get your roll on homie, and rock the club
S.U.C. in the building, show us love

[Hook]
So get your back up off the wall, do what ya do
Get your pimp game on for real, now what it do
Already down here fa sho, do what ya do
These shorties they looking good my man, now what it do
What it do, I'm dropping this game up on your brain
What it do, she shaking that ass and letting it hang
What it do, I'm smoking and drinking and feeling good
Sets up in the sky, we repping it for the hood what it do

[Big Pokey]
I picked the lock, and came through
S.U.C.-M.O.B., the same crew
Five pound VS1's, done came blue
In my ear lobes fist, wrists and chain too
Dog I know a hundred thangs, that a dame do
Let her do what she do daddy, just don't let her change you
In the club VIP, pulling the Range through
Tipping hundreds dropping money, some niggaz can't do
What it do, we fall in the club it's going down
VIP broked off, nigga we blowing pine
What it do, S.U.C. we in the place
2005 Take Over, come get a taste
These niggaz, better pick up the pace
Don't kiss her in the morning, cause tonight I'm fins to dick up her face
Now what it do, the club is packed these hoes fine
So who is you, see me I'm a mack these hoes mine

[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.]
What it do, baby
This for Fat Pat, and DJ Screw baby
Won't you scream, till your face turn blue baby
Meet me in front of the club at two baby, what it do baby
H2 baby, got you clinging to a nigga like glue baby
You done bit off more, than you can chew baby
And the rim size, is 22 baby
So what it do, baby
What it do, homie
See you tipping in your slab, and your rims chromey
And you mad, cause your girlfriend all on me
Don't act no fool I got my heat on me, so what it do homie
See, I came here to crank it up
And the weed that I smoke, gon stank it up
And I'm buying out the bar, so drank it up
What it do motherfuckers, let's crank it up

[Hook]
 
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"What's It Made For"
(feat. Blak)

"What's It Made For"
(feat. Blak)



I'm 'bout to make it rain, soon as I can change
So you can show me what that pussy made for
I'm here to spend this money, so take it off for me
Girl, I want you to show me what that pussy made for

Work the edge of the stage, I see it in your face
Girl, you wanna show me what that pussy made for
At the end of the night, I'm gonna do you right
Girl, you need to show me what that pussy made for
Show me what that pussy made for

I check ya forecast, they tell me when it rains, it pours
That pussy all mine, this money all yours
Don't get it twisted, I'm a G but I paid her
She took me to school and then showed me what's it made for

Super thick but bein' sexy wasn't the same thang
Between ya legs can get ya cheddar and a better name
I love ya stage show, get low so I can see
I got a couple of stacks for you, girl, believe me

I'm on patron with them kush squares and feelin' lovely
Work ya goal mind, say boo, you so lucky
Up and down, bust it open but then take it slow
I'm here to spend this money, you gon' have to show me tho'

I'm 'bout to make it rain, soon as I can change
So you can show me what that pussy made for
I'm here to spend this money, so take it off for me
Girl, I want you to show me what that pussy made for

Work the edge of the stage, I see it in your face
Girl, you wanna show me what that pussy made for
At the end of the night, I'm gonna do you right
Girl, you need to show me what that pussy made for
Show me what that pussy made for

I can see ya face, girl, you about business
I'm tryna go deep, more stomach and all kidneys
You keep 'em daydreamin', you got 'em so feignin'
That's what it's made for, show me the real meanin'

It's made for gettin' cash, it's made for breakin' hearts
You keep it drippin' wet, sex game is off the charts
Just lean back and let me take a glance, rain dance
I love it when you touch ya self with ya soft hands

You take it off and leave it off, you got it sittin' right
Come, get ya bread, boo 'cause I'm gon' spend it all night
I keep it real, call it how I see it, that's all bra
She got a beast and she know what's it made for

I'm 'bout to make it rain, soon as I can change
So you can show me what that pussy made for
I'm here to spend this money, so take it off for me
Girl, I want you to show me what that pussy made for

Work the edge of the stage, I see it in your face
Girl, you wanna show me what that pussy made for
At the end of the night, I'm gonna
 
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"When We Ride"
(feat. Z-Ro)

"When We Ride"
(feat. Z-Ro)



[Talking]
Dirty South, Houston Texas
4 million strong, CMG, 2003 man
The young Don man, representing
This how we ride man, Southside
Northside, sing it..

[Hook: Z-Ro]
When we ride, it's for the Southside
(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside
It's for the Southside, yeah

[Lil' Keke]
The party over here, the party up over there
Southside lighting up, Saturday night I swear
Take a trip to Richmond, down to Westtown
When your chick driving, I pull up behind her
Look at the scene, look at the hoes
Look at the Dubs look at the 3's, look at the 4's
We gon wild out, till we fall out
Catch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubt
I'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brother
Getting my chips, don't change for nan nother
Bumping and talking, but that's okay
Have your weapon loaded up, cause we coming your way, hey

[Hook]
When we ride, it's for the Southside
(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside
It's for the Southside, yeah
And we get high, with the Northside
(with the Northside), with the Northside yeah
With the Northside, yeah

[Z-Ro]
When we ride, it's for the South and for the Northside
Boppers bopping when they see us, they open they mouth wide
We them goodfellas, running the city block to block
Herschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to Scot
It don't stop, we get blowed all day long
Brothers got two or three Nextels, steady using a pay phone
Cause them people, be tapping into our conversations
If they catch us with that herb, we facing incarceration
If it's on the low, I love the sound of that
Plus if it's headbanger, I'ma sco' a pound of that
Z-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the Don
S.U.C. smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawn
That's for the sets my friend, it's no plex again
We all united in my city, like we all Mexicans
We all about our bread, candy blue or the red
Forever dangerous we bust heads, our city is FED ha

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
Glock 9, y'all niggaz gon make me pop mine
Back up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mine
Drop mine, at the drop of a dime
Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line
It's bout time, now the road is clear
Got the tinted up Range, rolling up in the rear
We bout six or seven deep, when we pull from the mansion
Here come big 2, crawling up Avalanching
Big T, watching out no slipping
Cock the hammer back, if they breathe start tripping
CMG fall off, nigga it's no never
Call your boys call your click, we down for whatever
Suit yourself mayn, but we roll leather
Air Force 1's, throwbacks in this weather
H-Town, and it ain't nothing but love
I get high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug

[Hook]

[Talking]
Southside yeah, Northside
This how we ride man, this how we roll man
Yeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3
I'ma try and look at you, a little bit out here
You understand, check it what
 
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"Work"
(feat. Yo Gotti)

"Work"
(feat. Yo Gotti)



It's right, here we go

Even water, flame the pie
Whip 'em, rub 'em, ship 'em out
I been in this trap for days
Man, I swear this kitchen hot
It's comin' in, it's rollin' hard
It's comin' in, respect the game and pay the charge

Respect the game and pay the price
Weigh it up and whip it nice
Fuss it down and cook it right
Ship it out and seal it tight
Rocks and stones with the bricks
Made it thru the Tilly shit
I get it cheap and sweep the streets (aye)
Now I'm stackin' biggalits
Rookies out here loosin' time
I ain't tryna lose a dime
Rollin' hard, they in the yard
I swear to God I'm on the grind
Man, I know my alphabets
LTF's and LTD's
I'm bout cheddar, I'm bout cheese
Smoke these pounds and whip these keys
Work, I see the change
Play the game and leave good
Bankroll sin' to slow, who gives a fuck?
I'm still hood
Profit first, know to win
Gotta say I'm gonna get
Connected down on Memphis10
Bitch, we got 'em comin' in

Even water, flame the pie
Whip 'em, rub 'em, ship 'em out
I been in this trap for days
Man, I swear this kitchen hot
It's comin' in, it's rollin' hard
It's comin' in, respect the game and pay the charge

[Yo Gotti:]
If you wanna talk money, we in grind mode
Got my way around they kitchen, nigga, blindfold
I'm just a dope boy, dope flow, face know hip, I know so
Don't try him, he loco, yo, oh man, he still broke
Stash work in my bitches house, neva take my bitches out
Ain't no tanning, watch 'em work
I get a new stack and they get a new purse
Got a new Lamb' and they got a new [?]
Just got a new house but I got it off work
Got a new chop' and a brand new clip
If a nigga trap me, then his ass get murked
Nigga hustle fast like his ass in a race
Need to slow down befo' that ass catch a K
Been 100, stole, buy it, cook it in yo face
If you buy som' from me then it can't be replaced
Ignore a couple stacks in the galleria
2 or 3 place so I pot the seal
Check out all the ice within all the nights
Been to Memphis, bitch, so I pay the bills

Even water, flame the pie
Whip 'em, rub 'em, ship 'em out
I been in this trap for days
Man, I swear this kitchen hot
It's comin' in, it's rollin' hard
It's comin' in, respect the game and pay the charge
 
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"Worry Bout You"
(feat. Kirko Bangz)

"Worry Bout You"
(feat. Kirko Bangz)



H-Town, I finally figured out why it's so hard to do you
You so worried about me, Don Ke 7-13

[Hook - Kirko Bangz:]
I'm coming down I'm showing up, I'm sipping drank I'm po'ing up
I'm gripping grain I'm switching lanes, nigga what about you
I'm looking thoed I'm pulling hoes, I'm going fed I'm turning heads
I'm doing just what I'm suppose to do
Nigga worry about you, you you you you you you
You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you, you you you you you you
You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you

[Lil' Keke:]
I'm gripping grain and I'm switching lanes, it's understood that my swag first
I'm going strong and I'm still on, and I'm still after that purse
I turned up and then turned out, showed up and then burned out
I'm still riding with my stash spot, and these boys know what I'm tal'n bout
Don Ke and his back up, still getting what he asked for
Don't none of y'all broke niggaz worry me, I'm still worried bout getting that cap brah
Coming down and I said that, yellow broads in that red Lac
We top down and her head back, and I still ride where that bread at
This H-Town so I talk mean, po'd up and my drop clean
We dranked out on that slow lean, and it's all lanes on yo team
Getting blowed we so thoed, still doing the thangs that we want
Y'all play hard but it's so fraud, still doing the shit that we don't

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
I'm going fed when I turn heads, my mind made that I'm getting paid
I'm five star so I'm getting laid, my bitch right and she top grade
Heard of me serving me, sitting at the top where I deserve to be
Them lame games but I can't change, so I never let the shit here worry me
Doing the thangs that I'm 'pose to do, making sure I'm never next to you
I still love the game I give a shout to Screw, if I bought the belt then I bought the shoe
Talk loud but it don't faze me, coming down that shit's crazy
I work hard and them punks lazy, this all real and you flugazi
Nothing less when you too fresh, stand out with no hand out
It's first class on my cake route, these top flights when I take off
Hating niggaz I break off, po'd up when I crawl slow
This down South if you didn't know, I got the lights on and it's floss mode turn up

[Hook]

Take a lil' time, and worry bout yourself
(You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you)
You know you need to worry bout you
Instead of worrying about me
(You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you)
Chill please believe we got this one right here
 
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