Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"Back & Forth"

"Back & Forth"


Take this fly, see this city
Hustle hard and get it quick
The leather's soft, the paint is thick
The rims cost me a half a brick
Stop with all this kidding shit
I'm chasing fame and flying planes
Push it through them [?]
Get the switch and blow the brain
Back and forth and up and down
In and out another time
If it's kush, we want the fine
If it ain't then move around
Haters know I'm loving hustlin, thuggin for the money, boy
Hit the strip and circle back
I'm playing in my favorite toy
Uh, I'm old, man
Uh, I'm grown, man
Hit me with the bone game
Slipping, say the wrong thing
I run this town, I love it, bro
What you thank me, hustle for
It's MOB I'm trying to fuck
So sucka why you puffin, huh

Back and forth and round and round
On them planes, up and down
Now them streets its flame and high
Guess who bout to run the town
Huh, I'm on, man
Huh, I'm grown, man
Let them haters do their thing
Now they're in wrong lane

Huh, back and back and forth (and round and round)
And round and round
Huh, back and back and forth (and up and down)
Up and up and go, huh!
I'm back and forth (back and forth)
And round and round
Now them streets its flame and high
Guess who's about to run the town

Back and forth making mil
Making step in ATL
German boy he do it well
They gone need a bigger scale
Catch me on that paper trail
Catch me on that money run
Coupe costs me a hundred bun
I'm flipping with atomic guns
In and out and round we go
Prices flying out the door
Size shoe a 24
Up and down but neva slow
Get it cheap and let it go
If they purchase ten or more
Or just enough and turn it up
And calculate the cash flow
Uh, I'm old, man
Uh, I'm grown, man
Boy you in the wrong lane
Flaming like some propane
Time blows in inner state
Trust me dog it's everywhere
We can get it anywhere
As long as the paper's straight

Back and forth and round and round
On them planes, up and down
Now them streets its flame and high
Guess who bout to run the town
Huh, I'm on, man
Huh, I'm grown, man
Let them haters do their thing
Now they're in wrong lane

Huh, back and back and forth (and round and round)
And round and round
Huh, back and back and forth (and up and down)
Up and up and go, huh!
I'm back and forth (back and forth)
And round and round
Now them streets its flame and high
Guess who's about to run the town

 

[fox69]

"Bad Man"

"Bad Man"


[Muhammad Ali's voice]
I'm a bad man [x4]

[Chorus]
I'm a bad man, ain't no way for me to stop
Call me a bad man, I'm tyring to take it to the top
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
Cause I'm a bad man

[Lil' Keke]
Got out the gate, they better pack up and run
Watch your step, oh lord, there he go here he come
Now surpriiiise, cause we back on the grind
I Capit-a-lize and make rookies apologize
Now feel this, if you's a player you can keep it
Houston we so throwed, I'm the best kept secret
This game funny, but I'm just looking for the money
Constantly riding dubs dropping tops when it's sunny
They say we country, they better check us again
Cause the truck, lex and benz they shipped without the ends
We did that, whether it's gold or plat
We gucci and iceberg like the rest of you cats
One of the biggest on the map, they call us clutch city
Hard in the paint, we killers like Frank Nitty
But back to the lecture at hand
Lil' Keke the Don and I'm a bad bad man

[Chorus]
I'm a bad man, ain't no way for me to stop
Call me a bad man, I'm tyring to take it to the top
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
Cause I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, you know I'm ready to rock
Call me a bad man, trying to keep the blocks on hot
I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this
Cause I'm a bad man

[Lil' Keke]
I'm a bad man, I need a bad woman
I need a super bad broad that's gone keep it coming
It's time to hit it up, so she could eat it up
She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up
Because it's super-califragilistic expe-alidoshious
The game is sick, off the chain, ferocious
Like Roy Jones, the best pound for pound
If you want to test your skills I promise it's going down
A thug to be brought, guess who's turning it out
When I step up in the spot, I'm the shit no doubt
Southside we be ripping, 20 inch flipping
Riding with plenty tools cause we always tripping
Like Playstation 2, I just got more graphics
The measures that we play baby it's always drastic
Commission Muzic Group, prepare to straight suit
Sit fat, all plat, hop in a brand new coupe
Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see
Cause right before your eyes it's a certified g
getting paid on boys like according to plan
coming straight up out of Texas I'm a, bad man

[Chorus]

[Lil' Keke]
You really want some of this then bring it on, say what
Stop talking that shit and heaven boy on the phone
I go in the booth, then I change like Clark Kent
Come out a super man and be ready to represent
Took the game by storm, talking cold or warm
Now I'm hotter than a fire that's bringing the 3 alarm
A bad man, you know we rugged and tough
call me a bad man cause I keep on bringing it rough
Uh, perfect destination, platinum situation
my everyday life is like a weekend vacation
A savage, fool you know my click above average
get out of line we so quick to let you have it
We hard hitters, with no cowards and no quitters
And stand that way, until the lord come get us
I told you before, that I'm a rhyming apparatus
Lil' Keke the Don hell yeah I'm the baddest

[Chorus]

[Muhammad Ali's voice]
I'm a bad man [x5]

 

[fox69]

"Baller In The Mix"

"Baller In The Mix"


Peep that, feel this, I'm in here with my, ah, Herschelwood Click
You know what I'm sayin', we ain't nuttin' but some, uh, ballers
Steady ballin' in the mix, know what I'm talking 'bout?

Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix

I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks
Sweets and sticks, equal platinum hits
Ridin' in the Benz, screens on, watching flicks
Can't forget, Herschelwood Click is so damn thick
Hoes on dick, that ain't shit, I hit the pussy and split
Peep this game of a real-live baller
Down in Texas watch the flexin' young shot-caller
Now how many playas get to live they dream
Come up in the game and get to start some of that green
Know what I mean, if you's a hustler, of course you do
And if you ain't a baller I ain't talkin' to you, cause uh

Ballers...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks
Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood Click and we are so fucking thick

Well I'm a baller, deuce-deuce the represent
I can't count the kilos, the cheese I sent
From the corners and the clerks, for blocks and blocks
I used to cut up rocks, now I pop them tops
I gotta watch the cops, I got hoes by the flocks
And the Duke won't stop, until I'm sittin' on top of the world
On stacks, and old as a fact
Herschelwood do the front to side and the back

Well I'm a baller, sippin' server alcohol uh, Corona
Slangin' keys to the Seoul, uh
Rode deep, Socci down with the fat sweep
10 g's in the back of my Benz C
Playa thing like mary jane when I come around
Meal tickets bein' made in this H-Town
Low ratin' niggas hatin' cause I'm pushin' bricks
Can't stand cause I'm rollin' with them ballin' niggas SHIT

Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood Click and you hoes can't forget that we ballin'
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood Click and you niggas can't forget

Me mugs get slugs when you fuckin' with thugs
I pushed and shoved for ghetto love, affiliated with drugs
And uh, marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Don't mess wit' Texas make the whole world feel me
Now how many ballers wanna ball like me
And how many hoes wanna fuck Lil' Ke
2 or 3 now black it should be more than that
I'm sittin' low sittin' phat creemats in the cat
I grab my gat blugs back while I'm blowin' up bustas
Recent cut, fourset, bezentine, and gloccer
Herschelwood it ain't over, mix the serve with the soda
A 600 Benz with the V-12 motor
South Dakota to Carolina, a nationwide drug smuggler
Rap game got me fame, low key, undercover
Yo brother and their other, whoever stand taller
Southside representin' as a baller, yeah

Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks
Ballin', Ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood click and you niggas can't forget that we
Ballin', Ballin' in the mix
If you don't like my style, straight up suck my dick

 

[fox69]

"Ballin'"
(feat. Rally Boys)

"Ballin'"
(feat. Rally Boys)



[Talking:]
C.M.G., Rally Boys
We black by popular demand, ha-ha
That's right, the young Don
Kottonmouth, Jizno come on that's right
Get your ball on, get your ball on

[Chorus 4x:]
Ball...ball...balling

[Lil' Keke:]
Where the pimps and playas mayn, that stay dubbed out
Commission rich click, we balling and thugged out
Everytime you see us, you know the love out
Platinum in the ghetto, we moving the scrubs out
Hit your block acting bad, don't play
Flossing and looking good, everyday all day
The young Don, wanted money went and got it
Now I'm on the mic, rapping and talking bout it
With Jam Down, off top it's whatever
You won't see me, unless it's chrome and leather
A certified, B-A double L-A
A ghetto superstar, before the Y2K
Been stunning since day one, if you know what I mean
Switch up to BET, I'm in front of your screen
My dog 8 Ball, get money don't stop
Keep they head turning with the ice I rock, and I'm balling

[Chorus 4x]

[Kottonmouth:]
Now we gon' rise to the top, like scutter and bubble up
And every time we drop, playa we double up
Kottonmouth polished up, and then I'm gloss
Crawl before I walk, then I'm gon' floss
Sipping on two heavy pints, of the 'noid
Coming out the showroom flo', we Rally Boys
Play makers game breakers, mayn we just some MVP's
Most valuable players, Rally and C.M.G.
From the I-4-5, we flip
The first niggaz that hit your block, in a spaceship

[Lil' Keke:]
I'm with the Rally Boys, C.M.G. is what I claim
T-E-X-A-S, where we lay down the game
This is Southside, and we got chips on that
And put a fresh set of dubs, on that brand new Lac
We bring pain mayn, when we riding swangs
It's so much rocks on the piece, it's a hell of a shame what

[Jizno:]
Rally and C.M.G., I-45 connect
Drop the track pass the mic, and bet that damn fools wreck
No disrespect, we simply on a mission for mills
To keep the crush up in our cup, and grip the wood grain wheels
(now how it feel), to hit them gates and houses on hills
(now how it feel), to roll them bubble eyes on stainless steel
I keep it real, and now-a-days I sho' feel good
Worldwide affiliated, and I still ball in my hood and I'm balling

[Chorus 4x]

[Lil' Keke:]
Stay strapped and fully loaded, in this balling game
Let your top down slow, cause it's a beautiful thang
No doubt I'm showing out, every chance I get
Start a fire up on the streets, with these raps I spit
I be flossing and flipping and tipping, and coming down
The youngest the thoedest the coldest, from H-Town
Nothing but coupes and dubs, when I'm up in the pad
And you speak on what you got, playa not what ya had
I tell you now, ain't nothing like the real thing baby
Rovers and Escalades, Lexus plus Mercedes
I floss that I bought that, I do what I please
And I get my grind on, cause I love this cheese
We be balling down South, for real and that's a fact
Rolling dubs and clubs, platinum and all that
I'm Lil' Keke the Don, and I got nothing but love
But you get your toss on, 'fore they call you a scrub and we balling

 

[fox69]

"Best Believe"
(feat. Devin The Dude & Paul Wall)

"Best Believe"
(feat. Devin The Dude & Paul Wall)



Shout out to Mr. 4-20
Deb in the Dew, he a legend
Shout out to Paul Wall, the people champ
That's my brutha
I am Don, [?] time legend
Light one up!

[Devin The Dude:]
Best believe I'm smokin' (I'm smokin')
Best believe I'm high (I'm high)
This shit will leave you chokin'
Niggas feel that weed, they fly (we can fly)
You know that I'm often hopin' (I'm still hopin', man)
That one day they will legalize (turn up)
Until that day comes (let's go)
I'll be gettin' pie

[Lil' Keke:]
Every time I smoke sum, I wanna grab my keys and ride high
Lemme turn my speakers up so ye can hear me good when I ride by
Aye, bet believe I'm on loud, chockin' on the Benz, I'm so proud
All I see is that white cloud, flossin' by that ale dove
Yeah, how the hell I'mma turn that? When all these hoes done turned up
So much grass gettin' burned up
I want my cheque is gettin' cut
Can't wait till they legalize
High as fuck, I got eagle eyes
Tell these niggas I came to win
And I ain't gon' stop till I get the prize
Say, I'm in my zone now
Full of that kush, it's on now
Rollin' square, puff it up
Puffin' number square now
Best believe I fly high
Smoke that shit, I'm gettin' by
Black suit, black glide
White cup, nigga, white tie

[Devin The Dude:]
Best believe I'm smokin' (I'm smokin')
Best believe I'm high (I'm high)
This shit will leave you chokin'
Niggas feel that weed, they fly (fly)
You know that I'm often hopin' (I'm still hopin', man)
That one day they will legalize (let's legalize this thang)
Until that day comes (pow wow)
I'll be gettin' pie

[Paul Wall:]
I'm smokin' California finest, and I'm drinkin' on Texas tea
I'm prayn that they legalize it
But until they do, I'm on the cream
Back relief, OG sex, saw with crack
Watchin' football, smokin' a baseball bat
Playboy, whacha know bout that?
Direct TV in my Cadillac
Four screens on four different games
Intoxicated off Indica
My doctor said it cured migraines (straight up)
Gang stains in my Polo
YOLO, smellin' like dodo
Got a team full of bad bitches like Molo
Hold up! And best belief the trick is sticky full of fingers
Shatter bud on all wax, shi-tivities on deck

[Devin The Dude:]
Best believe I'm smokin' (I'm smokin')
Best believe I'm high (I'm high)
This shit will leave you chokin'
Niggas feel that weed, they fly (fly)
You know that I'm often hopin' (I'm still hopin', man)
That one day they will legalize (let's legalize this thang)
Until that day comes (pow wow)
I'll be gettin' pie

 

[fox69]

"Big Rim's"
(feat. 1 Da Boy)

"Big Rim's"
(feat. 1 Da Boy)



[1 Da Boy:]
When I ride, you know I'm sitting on dos-two's
DVD's with TV screens, I'm looking cool
But uh be looking cool for myself, slowed down
Slowed down, slowed down
You know I can't, I see nothing but luck in my surroundings
But, I'm fin's to take over this rap game fa sho
Me and my raw click, spitting heat you didn't know
1 Da Boy done linked up, with that Avarice
Scatting bout fifty deep, been alone
Avalanche truck what, we out the roof like what
Stunting and big balling, spending cheese like what
Costing bout fifty G's, point two's for my truck
Ice up in my Roley, so blue the wrist shut
Line chronic my man, we stay rolling it up
Verse gon stay hot, so you better give it up
For me and my nigga Po, we ain't to be touched
Haters I got a message, you can shut the fuck up

[Hook x2:]
I flip the big trucks, with the big rims
Fat tires, call em Yokohama slims
TV screens, with the DVD's
PS2 playing, on 17 inch monitor screens

[Lil' Keke:]
22's 23's, 24's and 5's
Everything that I ride, sitting wide and live
This is H-Town's finest, glowing covered in diamonds
Hard on the mic, forever be chart climbing
They know who I am, forever don't give a damn
Sitting low to the ground, in a brand new lamb
Shot calling, and they shit out of luck
Here go the kush young nigga, twist that purple up

[1 Da Boy:]
You know I'm showing off fronting my mouth, because I like to stunt
Big bodies on 22's, with the special made front
This my a-bidness boy, how I make my cash flow
And it's my a-bidness boy, always when I wanna ball
I'm having a conversation, on my cellular phone
Somebody mad at me, cause me Po ride chrome
With TV screens up in the head rest, two tone
Mad because my paint change, like them Color boys

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
Southsi' for li', Westside fa sho
Got plenty of endo, got plenty of cash flow
In a SUV, you know we tinted and bented
G's thugs and killers, hard heads how all in it
Let me get a minute, take a second to wreck
When we step out on the scene, getting much respect
C.M.G. nigga, we ain't gon tear it apart
We gon rise in the game, like we did from the start
We tossing and giving dap, still be rolling slab
Still be paying ten, living ghetto fab
We looking for lil' mamas, rolling on Yokahamas
Hurting these boys mind, we causing em head trauma
On the money train, trying to dodge hard rain
Gripping up on the grain, leave a stain
All in the brain, I push slims on tims
Sitting and looking good, I'm riding big rims

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Birds Fly South"

"Birds Fly South"


Southside, hot
Westside, hot

[Lil' Keke]
Off in the Dirty Dirty, you know we do it with these
Poetic and Don Ke, known for getting that cheese
I'm a calculator, calculate my feddy
It be sixteen a bird, if your chips is ready
Where your cash at nigga, cause I stay in the mix
Nextdoor to Mexico, I get it thirteen six
C.D.'s and L.P.'s, keep it legally true
I'm a underground king, rest in peace to Screw
You know my click on the creep, with no time to sleep
You can hit me all night, got them thangs for cheap
Where them real hustlas at, where them real ballas at
Get your grind on playa, for real and live fat
We legendary thugs, known for shooting slugs
Sitting in front of clubs, on brand new Dubs
The Escaladea, is looking good no doubt
And one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South

[Chorus]
From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does it
Southside for life, won't you tell me how you love it
You get it how you live, or you close your mouth
And for the hustlas round the world, mayn the birds fly South
From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does it
Southside for life, won't you tell me how you love it
You get it how you live, or you close your mouth
And there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South

[Lil' Keke]
I'm bout to touch down, headed to Oak-Town
A fat sack of smoke, I'm ready to straight clown
Leave the airport, headed straight to the spot
And my nigga Mr. Changra, he be punching the clock
I'm a certified G, giving all I got
They go South for the winter, cause the tracks is hot
I be laying low, in the studio writing
Remember Lil' Ke, like they did the Titans
It's a earthquake, from California to Texas
22's on that thang, don't you touch that Lexus
Gotta get it baby, cause you know I'm a savage
And that Fed-Ex bout to drop off, a beautiful package
We some independent masters, causing a disaster
Get ghost on the FED's, like my name was Casper
Bastard fa sho, when I'm moving in route
And there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South

[Chorus]

[Lil' Keke]
Commission, Avarice, don't really get us pissed
Sell a quick hundred thousand, is first on the list
Lay it down, cause we just some young Hoggs
This for real dogs, we doing this for y'all
I pop up the trunk, let em hear the funk
Setting up the shop, got the neighborhood crunk
We slab riding, and everything is thick
From the quarters to the halves, to the whole damn brick
Let's get this money Pete, cause it don't matter to me
You can smoke a gang of hours, have a bag or tree
We drop hit after hit, lick after lick
All the real gangstas, gonna feel this shit

[Chorus]

They fly South

 

[fox69]

"Body Rock Wit Me"
(feat. Devin the Dude)

"Body Rock Wit Me"
(feat. Devin the Dude)



[Lil' Keke:]
Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it now
Tell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it now
Look at me, I'm so fresh so clean
Digital TV screen, got me lighting up the scene
Look at me, I'm steady running with G's
Rolling on them 21's, 22's and 3's
We got the drank the dro, plus the alcohol
For my people who be ready to ball, come on
Let's hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the show
Get your back up off the wall, come on
Start club hopping, in the city where it's popping
A lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flocking
Trying to kick it, they rolling with the niggaz with the tickets
I make my cash flow, jump up a whole digit
Look at me, I graduated a G
Now put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see

[Hook:]
(you feeling good), then body rock with me
Go on represent your hood, and body rock with me
All the independent women, come and rock with me
Get your hands up high, so the crowd can see
(you feeling good), then body rock with me
Coming straight up off the streets, it ain't no stopping Ke'
Real G's, body rock with me
Put your sets in the air, so the crowd can see

[Devin the Dude:]
And that's the only way to do it round here, is to have fun
Some niggaz got drank some got sweets, some have blunts
And yep I'm one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weed
Smoking with niggaz like Snoop, Ke', Bun B
Yukmouth, D'Angelo there's more on the menu
I can keep naming people, but I'm not fin to
Cause I'm here to have a good time, body rock
I'll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes know
That I can go way back, cabbage patch bitch what
I bust a windmill, backspin then get up
Start body rocking again, side to side hop and spin
That move didn't get no pussy from you, but it got your friend
Out here dancing, with her hands in the air
Waving em, like she just don't care
Yeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be free
Letting her body rock, with me

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitter
The dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a picture
Let me hit ya, sky page two way style
I'm a gangsta, that's trying to keep a low profile
With a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caper
Me and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate of
Beats, so we keep on crushing the streets
Laid up in some'ing lovely, in a first class suite
Trying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all that
Alert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right back
I give it to em, and at the same time do em
I mix em slow em down, so that means I'm trying to screw em
So it's lights out, baby what you tal'n bout
Bout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubt
All the independent women, go on shake it to death
Get your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh

[Talking:]
You feeling good, say man check it out
Down here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty South
We like to say

 

[fox69]

"Boss"
(feat. Asiah)

"Boss"
(feat. Asiah)



I'm A Boss... stand up

[Hook:]
[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss
[Lil Keke:] who tha boss, who tha boss
Got me mind on my money, let em pay what it cost... I'm a boss

[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss
[Lil Keke:] who tha boss, who tha boss
Work hard for the paper I ain't tryna take a loss... I'm a boss

[Verse 1:]
The B-O-double S still hustle with the best
Got my mind on the grind ain't no time for the rest
20 karat chain lay flat across the chest
Got my hands on them birds as soon they leave the nest
I'm on ridin with my 12 gauge pump
Been a boss from the jump, go getta like Trump
Don of the city, 7 - 13
In a Benz on the scene lookin' so european
I'm clean, tight, pin stripes white
3 piece all black make a hater get right
A boss like Slim, a boss like Ross
S.U.C, Lil Ke', TF, Swisha House, I'm a Boss...

[Hook:]
[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss
[Lil Keke:] who tha boss, who tha boss
Got me mind on my money, let em pay what it cost... I'm a boss

[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss
[Lil Keke:] who tha boss, who tha boss
Work hard for the paper I ain't tryna take a loss... I'm a boss

[Verse 2:]
I came back strong when they said I wasn't
It's me and Farris til the end and it's all or nothin'
Play cards in the streets and I fixed me bad hand
Thanks to G Dash I'm a straight up Made Man
It don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Give a shout to the Boss of the South "J Prince"
H-Town, Texas them ducks in the water
Straight out the pipeline from Georgia to Florida
RT Hemi when we skatin' in the Charger
Bentley Coupe nice but the 4 door larger
Fresh Louie bag, 25 on the tag
Don Ke', Southside and I talk with a swag, I'm a Boss...

[Hook:]
[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss
[Lil Keke:] who tha boss, who tha boss
Got me mind on my money, let em pay what it cost... I'm a boss

[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss
[Lil Keke:] who tha boss, who tha boss
Work hard for the paper I ain't tryna take a loss... I'm a boss

[x2:]
Ooooooooohhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaah
Yeeeeaaaaaaaah

[x2:]
[Girl:] Oooooooooooohh... who is the boss

 

[fox69]

"Bottom 2 Da Top"
(feat. 8 Ball, Killa Kyleon)

"Bottom 2 Da Top"
(feat. 8 Ball, Killa Kyleon)



Yeah, yeah that's what it is...

[Hook]
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
We rise and fall, but the game don't stop
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
Real estate cars, and them big shiny rocks
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
Family first, fuck with that and get popped
We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top
We live and die, but the game don't stop

[8 Ball]
Fat boy killer man, cut like a guillotine
Off with a nigga head, my style ain't free
Bloody body parts, pop hearts and stop breathing
Nutty niggaz only need a reason, reach under the seat and
Grab the heat, and make that fire jump up out my window
I bet them bitches, won't be coming round here talking no mo'
Ay yo, dirty lyrics bring out evil spirits
I must be evil, wouldn't talk it if I didn't live it
Wouldn't live it if I couldn't take it, please believe it
Please believe, that if a nigga disrespect he bleeding
I put that on them little niggaz, at the crib I'm feeding
Do whatever, trying to get the shit that they be needing
Touch the streets, and get my feet muddy
For them dead presidents, pimp a hoe like Cuddy
Like Bubba Sparxxx we get ugly, remember that
For that bread niggaz willing to go, to hell and back

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
If your cash is mean, let me hear you scream and rush it
Hood rich fake ass niggaz, y'all gotta love it
Get mine, battle the streets and keep it locked
Loading and cocking glocks, jamming slowed down Pac
Twist it and make it pop, close it and open shop
Bottom straight to the top, smoking on that Cali crop
City that's do or die, kill you behind a lie
Open the pigeon coop, and let the street birds fly
Murder and racketeer, FED's won't disappear
Push it and hit the gear, pray for another year
Lifetime, and the click be rumbling
Raised in the hood mayn, where the heads be tumbling
Boys be stumbling, living in sadness
Broke as fuck, they can't shake the madness
A savage, plus I don't give a damn
Get rich and live it up, with the rest of the fam

[Hook]

[Kyleon]
Gotta rise to the top, cause the bottom too crowded
It's like crabs in a bucket, and they holding me down
That's why I'm on the block with the rocket, I'm holding a pound
Inside the booth spitting, he's controlling the sound
And we controlling the town, got the keys to the city
Rains trains or airplanes, I got the keys to the city
It's Killa, Ball and Ke we CMG
Custom Made Gangstaz, we CMG's
It don't take a set of binoculars, to see we G's
Got a eye for this do' nigga, so we see them G's
And I done finally made it, cause I'm sick with the rap
Spit lyrics like cold bro, I'm sick with the rap
When the glock start coughing, I'm sick with the strap
Behind money, I'd make your face stick to your lap
Gotta make it to the top bro, you can't deny my mail
Cause I rap so well, they had to put my teeth in jail it's Killa

[Hook]