Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"One Life To Live"

"One Life To Live"


[Talking:]
Yeah, it's my life man that's right
I'ma do, a lil' some'ing like this here

[Hook:]
I got one life, to try to live
And I'ma take care of that, with my wife and my kids
I got one life, to try to live
And I'ma stay on my knees, so the Lord can give
I got one life, to try to live
Got me thinking bout the days, when I couldn't pay my bills
I got one life, to try to live
I gotta get it while it's good, baby that's on the real

[Lil' Keke:]
This my life man, fuck the do's and dont's
Let me live how I please, let me do what I want
This my first time, trying to have me some'ing
I was told when I was young, I was good for nothing
I got a son now, my life is more than that
He's just three turning fo', but I love that cat
I gotta step it up, cause it's time to be a man
Got the whole wide world, sitting right in my hand
Gotta go for it, I gotta keep kicking
Gotta take it to the max, ain't no bullshitting
I gotta smoke some'ing, to keep my mind straight
Concentrate on my grind, so I can get that cake
I came so far, and the journey's still on
27 years old, and I'm finally grown
I get upset, but I be holding my head
Steady thinking bout my niggaz, locked up in the FED

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
Sometimes I think and guess, then I follow through
Then I step up to the plate, and try to do what I do
Another life time, for me to see what I see
All I know is getting bread, taking care of my T
It's the year 2-3, live my life as a G
In the mirror see the man, that I'm suppose to be
I ain't mad at ya, cause I know what it take
Niggaz smiling in my face, but they keeping it fake
That's alright though, I'm trying to stay low
Get my cheddar make it better, cause I'm so cold
It's a nightmare, better wake up and scream
In the bed while you sleeping, looking straight for a dream
I ain't gon give it up, so I'ma stay tough
My mama didn't raise no punk, so I'ma stay rough
I make a sacrifice, for the kids and wife
Letting the whole world know, that it's just my life

[Hook x2]

Yeah [x4]
It's my life

 

[fox69]

"Out Of Luck"
(feat. Kevo & Garcia)

"Out Of Luck"
(feat. Kevo & Garcia)



[Talking:]
Uh yeah, I told you niggaz I had PS2 clarity on tracks
It's Young Fever and Worm, the million dollar connection
Uh you fucking with Presidential, Commission Music Group
And most of all Ghetto Dreams baby, how you think about that one uh

[Hook:]
Presidential, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Commission Music, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be fucked with
You come playing games with us, you out of luck bitch
Presidential, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Commission Music, ain't nothing to be fucked with
Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be fucked with
You come playing games with us, goodbye

[Kevo:]
I always had a vision, that I would count cash like the government
A attitude like they like it, I'm fucking loving it
I never fronted niggaz on credit, cancel that brother shit
Hover around another strip playa, you on that other shit
If there's cash outside my set, then I'ma cover it
Beef I put that shit off in the skillet, and smother it
I promised myself to love, not a nan 'nother bitch
I'm a pimp, I will make a hoe house out of covenant
Niggaz fuck around with Fever, and Kevo gon thump ya
In all black, pop right out of the hedges and bump ya
I rack stats and shots and assists, like original Rucker
Your destination is hell, cause heaven don't want ya
They gon find you with your body in the car, head in a dumpster
Hate the flame or the game, cause it plays in a monster
Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa
Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster

[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.:]
With a full head of steam, and a hell of a team
Ghetto Dreams, is a money making machine
I'm chasing a dream, like Karl Malone chasing a ring
By any means, a must that I get this cream
Get that do', and spit that sickening flow
The C.E.O., and you ought to see me flow
You Gusto, the dude from CB4
And with that flow, your shit won't make it out the sto'
On tracks I'm a creature, I'm a smashing feature
Feel these hard 16's, coming through your speakers
I can teach ya, every aspect of the game
From putting it all together, to putting it in them chains
I'm talking change, in large amounts
Coming straight from the streets, to them corporate accounts
That's what counts, and any nigga willing to bet
Who the hell said a thug, can't be an exec

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
Commission Music, call me the franchise player
Touring city to city, with my C's in the air
Done seen plenty battles, 'fore I came out the hood
And I still lead my team, like a quarterback should
And we ain't to be fucked with, we worser than S.W.A.T.
Every year two or three niggaz, on the streets get shot
It's the Young Don nigga, on a hell of a job
Thanks to C.M.G. bitch, we the new black mob
This for the family, so it's mostly for wealth
I started my own label, then I signed myself
You know the street sweepers sweep, on a late night creep
One thang about a killer, he bring it just where you sleep
And it's 7-1-3, my nigga we still holding now
Still pimping bitches, my game is called polar bear
Multiplying game, get cash any and everywhere
Busting off talk, my pistol play is never fair

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Past Tense"

"Past Tense"


[Talking]
Ok yeah, you know man
We gon' do it like this here man
We gon' put a lil' past tense old school on it man
Bless em with a lil' game, you know I'm tal'n bout
Check it

I got that human ancient on, that'll make them doves cry
We blowing on exotic, known to make them thugs fly
I'm listening to some Mary J., cause that's my sweet thang
And girl your body heavy set, like Keisha Cole frame
I love to see ya happy, and I hate to know you sad
I love the way you walk, I think you need another bag
Say boo you're looking gorgeous, and them red bottoms nice
I turn on something smooth, and get your head game right

[Chorus - 2x]
I'm on that Michael Jackson, mixed it with some Prince
I'm jamming old school, it got me feeling past tense
A touch of Keisha Cole, and then I dropped some Mary J.
And girl you just so fine, I think about you everyday

I'm riding Sunday evening, jamming Jill Scott
I'm on some other shit, when I come through the parking lot
I got you on my mind, and then you flash across my line
Can't wait to get you posted, then I hit you from behind
Back in my Caddy rolling, I'm jamming Kelly Rowland
I mixed it with that B, and now my destiny unfolding
I'm feeling past tense, some Purple Rain Prince
And girl you extra fine, you know this shit don't make sense
I'm Don Ke from H-Town, living like a boss
I'm riding to that Frankie Beverly, trying to come up lost
I'm on that Jimmy hustling, Mary J. to slow it down
Alicia Keys, done took me to the other side of town

[Chorus - 2x]

And you remind me of a lovely day, a player can't forget
Them funky mellow tracks, just make me do this type of shit
I touch it with some Rimey, go bless it with some Whitney
We on that Keisha Cole, it got me headed for your kidney
That track just come and get me, I'm feeling past tense
I'm on that Michael Jackson, still thinking where he went
I might just go with Ronald Isley, baby ain't no telling
So let me groove with you girl, it's nothing but smooth sailing
You rolling with that Don Ke, I'd like to tell ya thank ya
She told me no problem, and assured me a gangsta
This music in my heart, and I can do this type of thang
I'm on that Mary J., I'm getting high as Rick James Don Ke

[Chorus - 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Phenomenal"
(feat. Tre Virdure)

"Phenomenal"
(feat. Tre Virdure)



Class is now in session... ghetto activity
Dats right... time to raise the garage {Oww} and pull out large
{Ooh ooh}... ha ha... quiet money gangstas baby
{Take it to em baby}... fresh out the driveway
{Take it to em baby, baby}... rollin' n holdin'

[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
You know who it is
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit

[Verse 1:]
I'm a 4th handman, postman calculating plenty paper
The slab full of grass I'm feelin like a landscaper
Old school critical stash and digital dash
71' top down welcome to my history class
The watch real spiffy, the jeans $650
The Lac' Cincinnati Red call it Ken Griffey (Grifffffey)
I'm on them big rims slow down in front of me
Black skin, Yellow Gold, lookin' like a Bumble Bee
Super tight, chrome pipes tell me can u picture this
I'm a show u how to make the slab look ridiculous
The seats perferarted, the wood decorated
My car kill relationships that's why them suckers hate it
I'm in the Welch's Grape Dark Purple if u missed it
Soft leather Light Tan Hungry Jack biscuits
I'm known for holdin' boy rollin' up another kind
Fresh out the shop and on the streets feein blow ya mind

[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
And You know who it is
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit

[Verse 2:]
Chevrolet suburban, 26 perelli tires
It's Charcoal Gray at midnight it hurt ya eyes
Swisha House crime family, H-Town wise guys
The Lexus value meal the rims come supersized
Slab is commercial, the foreign is a posterboard
Ya outta line tryna fix up a Honda Accord
I'm a show u how to pull up in cut a curb
I'm a show u how to make that thang look superb
Grain in ya left fist, cup in ya right hand
Air conditioner on 60 nigga I ain't playin'
In a Fruit Punch Impala, Root Beer Cutlass
Pineapple Cush with the Strawberry Crushes
Mink floors, Black n White feelin' like a Polar Bear
Troopers on the Interstate so I ain't even goin there
Avalanche All Black same color Ashanti's
DTS Cadillac and I don't need company

[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
And You know who it is
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit

[Verse 3:]
Graduated too kool, comin' outta slab school
Hit the black top in watch out for the damn fool
I'm switchin' gears and pullin' off on the regular
15's bangin' baby don't call it cellular
Ain't no Noss because it's touch screen new
It's spaceage visual it all equal blue
Boys playin catch up, welcome to Millenium
7 figure hot rods and cozy condomeniums
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I'm a show ya how to make the slab look ferrocious
I'm a make' em fold, then teach' em hold
Then I might just pull up ridin' Rolex Gold

[Hook:]
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims
You know what it is
Ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya dig... ya diiiiig
You know who it iiiiiiiiis
Ya dig... ya dig... we always on phenomenal shit
I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime I'm up in the whip
And when I pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims

 

[fox69]

"Pimp Da Pen III"
(feat. Slim Thug & Paul)

"Pimp Da Pen III"
(feat. Slim Thug & Paul)



[Talking:]
Screw it up S.U.C, 2003
The Don of the South the Boss of the North
Millennium edition

[Lil' Keke:]
You know we draped up and dripped out, y'all boys tripped out
Riding me and two pop, gotta have your...out
Pull it out the stash spot, when I dash out
Me and Slim on the stage, better have your cash out
3 in the morning, and the click still hanging
3:15, you know the trunk still banging
Neighborhood woke up, popped up choked up
Hummer still smoked up, concrete broke up
Time to lay it down, like Big Ball & G
It's the L to the I to the L, to the K to the E to the K to the E
Throw your hood up, this is Texas best
Don't forget wrist lit, with a frosty chest
I'm the total package, like that boy Kobe Bryant
And take the roof off, when I'm rocking Reliant
CMG-Boss Hogg, when we gangsta limping
Southside-Northside, forever we still pimping

[Hook:]
Still pimping, Southside fa sho
Still pimping, Northside fa sho
Still pimping, Eastside fa sho
Cause these Southside playas for real, they stay pimping
Still pimping, (Northside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Southside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Westside fa sho)
Cause these Northside playas for real, they stay pimping

[Slim Thug:]
3 o'clock in the morning, the party still going
Dro still blowing, the drank still po'ing
H-Town still holding, Slim Thee-Lil' Ke
Fat P-A to the T, we the dangerous three
I represent for my city, rolling on low-pros
From 20's to 24's, or elbows and vogues
We the most chose by..., everytime we step out
We rolling to when it slows, everytime we pull out
Know what I'm talking bout, this is H-Town finest
Getting that big cash, putting...behind us
You might find us, pieced up in the club
At least a hundred thugs, deep up in the club
It's the North and the South, the Don and the Boss
If y ou got what it costs, we gon rock the house
Oh no, there go the Big Unit ripping again
Feeling like I'm Don Juan, when I'm pimping a pen

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
First three of the flow, when it's time to go
In and out the back do', cause we crash the show
One mo' time I'ma rip, ask Manny Shetip
Pistol grip pump, when it's time to trip
Houston Texas is the home, of Lil' Keke the Don
Catch the legend in a throwback, plus Air Force 1's
And I punch in clocks, plus we covered in rocks
Where the thugs where the ballers, representing the block
Big macking no slacking, and the ladies they love it
Me and 2 looking good, showing out in public
Dirty South representing, go on throw up your C
Pimping pens once again, this is Lil' Keke

[Hook]

[Talking:]
Ay man, this one goes out to my family
Much love, one love to my

 

[fox69]

"Pimp The Pen III"
(feat. Slim Thug)

"Pimp The Pen III"
(feat. Slim Thug)



[Talking]
Screw it up, S.U.C
2003, the Don of the South the Boss of the North
Millennium edition

[Lil' Keke]
You know we draped up and dripped out, y'all boys tripped out
Riding me and 2Pac, gotta have your glock out
Pull it out the stash spot, when I dash out
Me and Slim on the stage, better have your cash out
3 in the morning, and the click still hanging
3:15, you know the trunk still banging
Neighborhood woke up, popped up choked up
Hummer still smoked up, concrete broke up
Time to lay it down, like Big Ball & G
It's the L to the I to the L, to the K to the E to the K to the E
Throw your hood up, this is Texas best
Don't forget wrist lit, with a frosty chest
I'm the total package, like that boy Kobe Bryant
And take the roof off, when I'm rocking Reliant
CMG-Boss Hogg, when we gangsta limping
Southside-Northside, forever we still pimping

[Hook]
Still pimping, Southside fa sho
Still pimping, Northside fa sho
Still pimping, Eastside fa sho
Cause these Southside playas for real, they stay pimping
Still pimping, (Northside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Southside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Westside fa sho)
Cause these Northside playas for real, they stay pimping

[Slim Thug]
3 o'clock in the morning, the party still going
Dro still blowing, the drank still po'ing
H-Town still holding, Slim Thee-Lil' Ke
Fat P-A to the T, we the dangerous three
I represent for my city, rolling on low-pros
From 20's to 24's, or elbows and vogues
We the most chose by hoes, everytime we step out
We rolling to when it slows, everytime we pull out
Know what I'm talking bout, this is H-Town finest
Getting that big cash, putting bullshit behind us
You might find us, pieced up in the club
At least a hundred thugs, deep up in the club
It's the North and the South, the Don and the Boss
If you got what it costs, we gon rock the house
Oh no, there go the Big Unit ripping again
Feeling like I'm Don Juan, when I'm pimping a pen

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
First three of the flow, when it's time to go
In and out the back do', cause we crash the show
One mo' time on the real, ask Manny Shetill
Pistol grip pump, when it's time to trip
Houston Texas is the home, of Lil' Keke the Don
Catch the legend in a throwback, plus Air Force 1's
And I punch in clocks, plus we covered in rocks
Where the thugs where the ballers, representing the block
Big macking no slacking, and the ladies they love it
Me and 2 looking good, showing out in public
Dirty South representing, go on throw up your seed
Pimping pens once again, this is Lil' Keke

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Platinum In Da Ghetto"
(feat. Billy Cook)

"Platinum In Da Ghetto"
(feat. Billy Cook)



[Billy Cook]
livin my dreams,if they could
see me now
[Lil'Keke]
if they could see me now
[Billy Cook]
see me now ooh yeah

[Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke]
livin my dreams,cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!

[Lil'Keke]
P-L-A-T-I-N-U-M people in the hood
for real you oughta see them I know I must
do what I can its the same place that
took me from a boy to a man give it all back
only just to see us come up ya'll the same
niggas that use to watch the laws run up
now we concentration on tryna be grown men
watchin the earth turn feelin the world spin
its a mad psalm-tryna do it on your own
one day you here and the next day gone
the sky waits for no one I know you heard that
everything is mad when your broke plus black
I'm dedicated unto my lord I pray cant see the
future livin day one day I'm workin heard
tryna platinum charts in the ghetto my hood
I've touched a million hearts c'mon!

[Chorus x2: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke]
livin my dreams,cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!

[Lil'Keke]
my nieghborhood hero-80 or number 0
get yours and get own for real thats all
I know live your dream because its somethin
to see and the best thing happenin is alive and
free I took the cashmoney and started slicin and
cuttin cause I swear that this game aint gon'
promise you nothin its a circumstance that we
all go through some things is fake nigga somethings
true I reconize that I've been down forever
time to pull the family up and try to do it together
I got no where to run and no where to hide
my false is my worst so I'm stuck with pride
cause the women and the cars it dont equal the wealth
so I'm all about my cash tryna impress myself
cause the man make the money-money dont make the man
if you feel what I'm sayin then raise your right hand!

[Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke]
livin my dreams,cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!

[Lil'Keke]
its a hard life so I'm takin it slow
thats the G-H-to the E-to the T-T-O on
a long road but I'ma ride to die and if
you thuggin then you know just what I'm talkin
about its a ependic so I take it to the limit
the hood off the chain them folks they still
in it you should see me now and I aint goin to
far I got love for my people man whoever you are
so I'ma take it back then I'ma bring it up
I aint the only nigga out here dodgin bad luck
try to feel me before I let you go and its
forever and a day we Platinum In Da Ghetto,
In Da Ghetto........

[Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke]
livin my dreams,cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!

[Billy Cook]
I'm tryna give back to the hood
and you see Billy Cook and Lil'Ke
tryna do somethin good we tryna give
somethin back to you,and you,and you
livin my dream if they could see me now
oh me now.......... [rp. in background of chorus]

[Chorus: Billy Cook + Lil'Keke]
livin my dream,cause its all
I know keep my head up everywhere
I go makin my cash and baby
thats fa sho-c'mon they got me
Platinum In Da Ghetto!

 

[fox69]

"Prostitute"

"Prostitute"


[Intro:]
Where the bad bitches at, where the bad bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the bad hoes at, where the bad hoes at
Where they at, where they at, where they at

[Hook: x2]
I'm in hot pursuit, for a prostitute
I like 'em short like 'em tall, like 'em thick and cute
I like 'em jazzy classy, so sophisticated
Nasty attitude, make all the hoes hate it

[Lil' Keke:]
I like 'em jazzy, ready to shine like me
Got her game face on, when she ride with Ke
36-28, when she step on the flo'
Got the tricks going crazy, everywhere she go
She's a head hunter, getting money for real
Make a nigga drop dead, she got looks that kill
Her name Candy, met her down in ATL
I was flossing in the Benz, passing through 112
So I pulled up, as I continued to slide
She told her friend hop in, they was ready to ride
We hit the strip, then I let the bang do the talking
20's looking good, they crawling and moon walking

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
A playa spit game, like the mack I be
She was looking for a pimp, now she working for me
Baby girl don't bar, she a killer fa sho
She already had skills, but I made her a pro
Houston Texas baby, it's time to make that switch
From a certified hoe, to a gangsta bitch
I'm the young Don, and I ain't got nothing to hide
When a bitch work for me, she better do it with pride
So I fired up a square, start thinking bout my feddy
Riding up one deep, got the 4-5 ready
I hit the club, oh yeah she doing her thang
Shooting that good game, representing my name
I got it locked down, on back to Chi-Town
Gotta swim with the big fish, or punk you drown
I'm a gangsta, and that's the way that it go
I'm a certified baller, I don't love no hoe what

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
Now back, to the lecture at hand
She thinking bo-legged, got a hell of a stand
This bitch off the hook, so watch your checkbook
She always on the grind, she'll have you shook
She's a go-getter, every nigga wanna hit her
Spending bundles of cash, trying to get with her
This the episode, where it really get sto'
Airplanes and trains, keep a bitch on the road
It's money making, with no time for the faking
Pyrexes shaking, nothing but ki's baking
They hating, but I'm getting that loot
I got a super bad broad, she in hot pursuit

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Put It In Reverse"

"Put It In Reverse"


Put it in reverse homie, change da gear
I'm buyin all new whips at da top of da year
I'm a mudafuckin G, did I make that clear
Nigga first I got they hearts, then I stole they ear
So come to Houston, Texas, see who really in charge
It's gon be a lovely sight when I lift da garage
Got da black on black nightmare, bad hoes gon stare
Haters on da sideline tryin get some bus fare
Married to da game, I done made these vowels
In da tinted Avalanche, tryna duck these laws
I'm a certified rebel, Nikes on da pedal
I'm racing up da highway takin steps careful
Lil Ke, Chuck T, is a whole nother level
26's on da truck, I call it heavy metal
Da flow air tight, da jewelry iced right
I gotta send pictures to da g's dressed in white, cause a

[Hook: x2]
1 for da cake, 2 for da bread
I do this for da streets and niggas and da fed
I'm married to da game, it's for better or worst
So you can back that bitch up, homie put it in reverse

Them hoes play neutral, suckas stay behind
Hater on da fist, playin both sides da line
Ain't never fallin off cause I can come right back
As soon as da work delivered I can move that pack
It takes a G to keep grindin, hustle til I die
A pocket full of stacks it's da apple of my eye
Screwed Up Click, and that's a small reminda
Cause it's dirty south bitch, this Texas to Carolina
Sweep da whole globe, big shots to Universal
Sixty minutes flat and do it with no rehearsal
Hit em with a punch line work that jab
Then I shift into reverse and go back to da lab
My mouthpiece so cold, but hot at da same time
Da streets goin crazy and they losin they mind
Cause it's all for da scrilla, I do it for da feddy
Chuck bring it back I don't think them hoes ready

 

[fox69]

"Pyrex Shakin'"
(feat. Lil' C)

"Pyrex Shakin'"
(feat. Lil' C)



[Talking:]
Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the Underboss
C.M.G. fa sho

[Lil' Keke:]
Hit licks for heavy bricks, I get it 14 plain
Coming from out of town, it's gon be 19 a thang
Rock for rock, zone for zone
Block for block, getting it on till the whole thang gone
I'm a rap star, but I got love for the do
Going hard with the snow, till it ain't no mo'
Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stay stacking
Distribute these goods, and try to ease away from jacking
My neighborhood, it rock like heavy metal
We raised that way, so you can play it on the ghetto

[Lil' C:]
I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice
Keep seventeen bricks, in the pissy mattress
H-Town H-Town, the city of dope
Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat
Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float
My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke
I'm the quarterback, my receiver wide open
For a pass, got the police on D
But shit knowing me, I'ma throw a T.D.

[Hook:]
I'm in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking
I'm bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
Cause ain't no limit, to this money I be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking
I'm bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still cake baking
Cause ain't no limit, to this money I be making

[Lil' Keke:]
You know the streets end up, and I just can't let up
Niggaz falling out of line, man they must catch up
Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's and presidential suites
All that pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the streets
I do it dirty, the type of work that get a nigga thirty
Birds that get the worm, are the ones up early
It's a hard job, trying to survive the mob
Staying in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed
I got a brick hanging, and it's wrapped like a gift
With a poisonous smell, that the dogs can't sniff
Airplanes and trains, mics and cocaine
It's twenty for a show, twenty for a thang
Rapping is beautiful, it got a young nigga shining
But some'ing in my blood, that just keep a nigga grinding
I get's paid, on a regular basis
So many faces, so many places what

[Hook]

[Lil' C:]
It ain't no limit to this money, I'm telling you mayn the game funny
Niggaz wasn't with it, till you mention big face hundreds
Get the bricks, load em in the train
Load em in the submarine, load em in the plane
It's in the game, like EA Sports
Slip and get hit, with bullets of all sorts
You don't wanna play around, with me do ya
Hollow tips shred right through ya, treat you like I never knew ya
Behind my work
And I'm always one deep when I do my dirt, the truth hurt
It hit you like a boomerang, and come back
Like dope fiends, digging for hard crack
Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine
24/7 3-65, I'ma shine
Ice gon blind, don't make a mistake dummy
And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for real

[Hook x2]