Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"Gotta Be A Way"

"Gotta Be A Way"


[Talking]
Here we go, Southsive
Dirty South, Westcoast, check it what

[Hook x2]
Will the heat eat me up, man I just don't know
Will the streets beat me up, man I'm not fa sho
Will my shop close down, nigga probably so
But there's gotta be a way, that I can get that do'

[Lil' Keke]
I ain't never had nothing, 'less I got it myself
Being broke and hungry man, yeah it's bad for your health
I'm trying to stay out the heat, cause the sun is blazing
Gotta take it slow, I got a son I'm raising
Ain't nothing promised to you, better reach for the sky
That's the only limit man, time passing us by
Now it's do or die, ain't no bowling it down
Yeah it's been a long grind, but I'm holding it down
Ain't no turning it back, so I devour
All I know is greed, getting money and having power
In this lifetime, I seen it all my man
I'm trying to stash in the country, with some acres and land

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
It's been a tough day, so I'ma blow my wig back
And I ain't got time to bullshit man, I stay on a stack
Where your nuts at, you ain't shit without em
Trying to get up to the top, cause I come from the bottom
It's a sacrifice, that we all gotta make
Gotta get your grind on, come up pounds and cakes
I'ma get mine on, in the city or state
I ain't trying to fall short, I'm putting meat on the plate
I gotta feed shorty, and take care of my boo
Be there for T. Lady, cause she always true
But I'ma hold on, everybody stand tall
And just roll on, you know me and my people
We staying so strong, and it's like that
So if you hit me on the cell, I'll hit you right back
'Fore I let you go, I gotta let you know
Will the streets eat me up, man I don't know, what

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Here We Go Again"

"Here We Go Again"


[Hook x2]
Here we go again, living life on the run
Here we go again, they got me riding with my gun
Here we go again, man this shit is a trip
Here we go, again

[Lil' Keke]
How the hell you gon win, looking at ten in the Penn
Living in sin, bout to go back again
Ducking the government, and running from the sleigh
Got money to infiltrate, and I still ain't straight
It's a hard life, when you depend on love
It ain't no way for you to change, you was born a thug
You ain't ready for the war, these streets'll eat you alive
Trying to get all that I can get, because I wanna survive
They say pressure bust the pipes, shit they speaking the truth
I probably been pulled a trigga, if I didn't have loot
I'm from the bottom, niggaz and killas baby we got em
Dope fiends and crumb snatchers, that's straight riding
Couldn't even see myself, trying to do it again
Gotta be ready for whatever, in the places I've been
This shit a trip mayn, but I ain't gon even let it worry me
A soldier for life, true to the game you heard me

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
These niggaz hating and jacking, so it's official
Everytime I ride, I'm strapped with fo' nickel
Times getting tough, and FED's getting rough
I stay on the mash, cause I ain't never got enough
Trying to make it through the storm, so I could see the other side
A nigga be dead, without his nuts and his pride
This game worldwide, I take it how it come
We living so raw, up in the city that I'm from
Each and every year, the system is start switching
Seven out of ten of these niggaz, gon be snitching
Oh you rights done rocked up, you better be glocked up
Cause niggaz go for broke, when the traffic is stopped up
For real, I'm talking boys getting shot
I know your hood off the chain, but these streets is hot
It's a mad shame, in this shife dirty game
We black and caught up, with nobody to blame

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
I pray to the Lord, for this soul of mine
I've been chasing down the clock, he got me stuck up in time
Niggaz living for the fame, I want the money and power
And I promised my old man, I wouldn't be no coward
So I'm living my dream, yeah a neighborhood legend
Steaks on the plate, I ain't got time for the begging
My family is fed, with nice sheets on the bed
Artillery and surveillance, glocks with infrared
Niggaz want me dead, but I'm far from scared
Cause I swear, I'ma come where you lay your head
Cause I'm a outlaw nigga, catch the straight feeling
All about charges, hustle for a living
My testimony, is to never be phony
Lil' Keke the Don, CMG the one and only
I place a nice bet, that I'm a ghetto vet
And it's Herschel Wood for life, representing my set

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"High Come Down"
(feat. Shima)

"High Come Down"
(feat. Shima)



[Shima singing]

[Hook: Shima]
High come down
Why do you make my high, come down

[Lil' Keke]
Put the Crys on ice, let the lights dim bright
Put your best dress on, cause we fucking tonight
Lay your hair down, cause you a beautiful star
Got the laced thong on, with the matching bra
Had a sip of hypnotic, now you feeling erotic
Wanna get up under me, and start touching your body
I make your high come down, up and down
Give me some leeway, head on the freeway
Slide the roof back, put the square in the air
Damn you looking good, with everything you wear
You my sugar brown round mound, you take it downtown
Everywhere we go, for real it's going down
I'm the young Don, you got it tatted on your back
Love the way I hit it, from the back in the Lac
Like that, round and round to H-Town
I know what to do, to make your high come down, come on

[Hook: Shima]
High come down
Why do you make my high, come down
High come down
Tell me why do you make my high, come down

[Lil' Keke]
I can't wait to hit the interstate, doing 150
Throw the weed out, 'fore the law come get me
I'm on my way, to the place you stay
And don't worry bout the Benz, cause it's a-ok
I'm in a drop top 5, put it in six
Buckle up your belt, we gon scratch to the mix
You're my boo it's true, you make my high come through
Gon jump in the hot tub, do what you do
Cause tonight's your night, and tomorrow's your day
I'ma hit the hot spot, with no time to play
In the Lex-O, and your homegirl's hating
Stop at the light, 22's rotating
Call up the cellular, business on the regular
First class strips, if I wanna get next to you
Oakland, on back to H-Town
And I got what it takes, to make you come down, come on

[Hook: Shima]

[Lil' Keke]
Ok let's do it again, before the sun rise
Come over and let me touch up, on your thick thighs
Let me squeeze your chest, let me caress your breast
We can see the whole world baby, east to west
Well yeah don't forget, I'm a thug nigga
Undercover low key, I'm a mob figga
But let me take you to the zone, going one on one
We getting mesmerized, we going half on the sun
Catch you on the weekend, and we freaking
But I see you next week, and we probably not speaking
Playas, you know we play that way
But I'ma ride off baby, it's a beautiful day
On the low-low, we smoking do-do
We at the bachelor pad, we doing the freak show
Say I see you next time, when I'm back in town
Best believe, I'ma make your high come down, what

[Hook x2: Shima]

[Shima singing]

 

[fox69]

"Hit Da Club"
(feat. Boston George)

"Hit Da Club"
(feat. Boston George)



[Chorus:]
Hit the club
Spend this money up
Rolling another one
[x7]

I say we hit the club, spend this money up
I got a bad bitch [?]
Bout to get her pussy swoll
Twenties, fifties, hundreds in my bank bro, drink all
Dipping in a nice low, feeling good ice though
Meet the plug hit the club, we just call it boss mo
We got bitches, we got bottles
We got niggas burning bread
Smoking grass, shaking ass
My whole section going fast
Done a key, [?] the charge
Guess who out here flossin hard
Spend that money buy dem toys
Valet parkin, show dem boys
Houston Texas, hog life
Puttin dick in ya'll life
In the club all night
That's that shit we on like
Keep that [?] comin grind
Do this shit at any time
Bottles up we turnt as fuck
Let's tear this mothafucka down

[Chorus]

Hey don ke I got you nigga, let's go
Hit da punt niggas I'm high as shit
High as da mothafuckin [?] price
Vale park that Lamborghini
Nigga I'm dressed to kill like it's picture night
Don Perrion I be sippin, I got bitches
Man these bitches on a niggas
I'm dat nigga, I'm dat nigga
Ain't no, dope boy nigga come as hard as me
Yea I speak crap they recording me, nigga
Turn up we done made it now
No deep pussy, niggas hating it now, fuck em
Know these niggas they don't bout dat
All the dope that I talk, they don't bout dat
They know dat I'm with it
They know dat I did it
They know dat I'm out, yea
Hit da club blow a sack now
Everybody showin love now
Who'da thought I'd be a rap nigga
Everybody know me from the trap nigga
Hit da club blow a bottle brick
Make da haters sick
Hit a sick bitch
Ghostface killa
Kill em with the [?]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hit'em"
(feat. Garcia)

"Hit'em"
(feat. Garcia)



[Talking]
7-1-3's finest, CMG
Ghetto Dreams, Presidential

[Hook: Lil' Keke & (H.A.W.K.)]
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em)
(and if you hit em in the face, I'll give em a body blow), oh
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)
You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em)
(we wrecking with flow, we in the studio), oh

[Lil' Keke]
We gon go up top, and go back down
I'm quick to make your shit lay down, and close the round
A nigga going pound for pound, until the blood is found
Snatch punks off the glass, like a Shaq rebound
Got more depth young clown, cause we rep H-Town
And we beat chumps down, at the lyricists lounge
I hit em high, regroup then go to the bottom
To his ass to his ribs, when he fold I got him
If he still sitting up, then we work that grill
Big judge young Don, serving raw and steel
To the gate to the finish, this for CMG
Another Ghetto Dreams, sponsored by S.U.C
Got big swoll nuts, and as a matter of fact
Get off my dick young trick, or get your click looked at
Spit bombs in the studio, they all atomic
H.A.W.K. seal him in the face, I'ma catch him in the stomach

Oh..

[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.]
Class is in session, I'ma spit with aggression
And if I feel threatened, you better call witness protection
Stop asking questions, five line connection
Well connected, jinks, whites, blacks and mexicans
7-1-3 nigga, armored Texans
In the three fo' deep, in my corner flexing
Intersection, young cats is fucking with veterans
Southside legends, killas that'll beat your head in
Pop the lead in, hit you in the stomach and head and
Pop your legs in, then straight leave you for dead and
Enough is said and, move it on down the field
Like the Kansas City Chiefs, and that Dick Vermeil
This shit is real, fuck how a nigga feel
We moving like a freight train, trying to get that scrill
I'm changing the game, with Don still changing lanes
And with both of our brains, all we see is change

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
The mic turn on, boy it's duck and cover
Another pen getting pimped man, by me and my brother
Never pimps my hand, cause I just don't love her
When I'm in the studio, I do it like nan-nother
And I'm one of a kind, they better find me a clone
And you sure right sticks and stones, they break bones
Rise like grits, when the shit get thick
Break em down so quick, sit him up on bricks

[H.A.W.K.]
I'ma hit all his licks, fuck all his chicks
Wondering how I done it, cause I flow so sick
Do the arithmetic, flow equals do'
And dope plus flow, equals the take your hoe
CMG, is fucking what that Ghetto D
Trying to see, currency like Master P
S.U.C., Big H.A.W.K. and Don Ke
And with 20-20 vision, y'all still can't see

Oh..

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Houston's Finest"

"Houston's Finest"


[Talking:]
Here we go, baby that's fa sho
Uh here we go, yeah
Rest In Peace DJ Screw, my nigga F-A-T P-A-T
Mafio, you know what I'm saying
Some of H-Town's finest
We gon show up and po' up, all the way till we blow up

[Lil' Keke:]
Rest In Peace, to the real DJ
Chopped & Slowed, you know the click don't play
Rolling down the strip, with the high beams on
Let 'em see the Roley, while I'm talking on the phone
Things getting better, talking bout the cheddar
Riding up on the slab, chromed out fo' letter
B-E-N, to the Z
The 500 coupe, drove by Lil' Ke
Each and every day, I'm trying to get the feddy
Thoed in the game, I got's to stay ready
H-Town finest, ice to the flo'
Southwest connect, baby that's fa sho
Better get your's, cause I'ma sho get mine
Commission rich nigga, I ain't hard to find
All about the cash, so I mash on the pedal
The S.U.C., on a whole 'nother level

[Hook:]
I say one for the money, two for living layed
I'm a real G, that got's to get paid
Hustle grind, that's all we do
Southside for life, jamming nothing but the Screw
One for the money, two for living layed
All my real G's, that love to stay paid
Hustle grind, do what you do
On the Westside, yeah them boys jam Screw

[Lil' Keke:]
Rest In Peace, to my nigga P-A
Think about my nigga, every god damn day
Back to the pad, gotta make 'em feel that
Never leave home, without the chrome plated gat
Clocking much do', cashing much green
Since day one, we been the freestyle kings
Since the start, it been a Screwed Up invention
Don't worry bout shit, I go hard representing
My niggaz is gone, but guess who holding it down
Southside for life, welcome to H-Town
The Don is back, yeah the one and only
Puffing on doja, for all my dead homies

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
To the ghetto stars, trying to get that thang
Stacking chips high, this a hell of a game
Never giving up, on the shit I love
Smoking doja sipping syrup, that's the life of a thug
Rest In Peace, to a playa for real
Independent black owned, with a major deal
Avarice and Commission, nothing but addition
Leaving out the game, with a bigger position
Hustle grind, that's all we know
Show after show, plus we push snow
Stuck in the game, so I got's to win
Getting paid all night, then I do it again come on

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hunnet Bands"

"Hunnet Bands"


[Talking]
That's right ok, Don Ke in the building
The money don't sleep nigga
Not where I'm from, check it out

[Chorus]
They say the money don't sleep, a hustler ain't tired
Wake up getting paid, cause the paper outside
How bout a hunnid bands, a hunnid bands
Lately they ain't sliding, I done ran through a hundred grand

A quick six figgas, I guess we hood rich
I'm bout my hustle bout my cash, yeah I'm good bitch
Highly motivated, and super dedicated
I see the faking and the hate, but I appreciate it
The money never sleep, the cash never rests
Real nigga first of all, don't ever second guess
You suckers shaking hands, I'm out here making plans
Fifty racks and doubled up, and made a hunnid bands
This shit for ery'body, this shit for all ya'll
I told the bitch that I was finished, but she still call
On the grind give it time, I'ma kill ya'll
24's on the curb, what I still crawl

[Chorus]
They say the money don't sleep, a hustler ain't tired
Wake up getting paid, cause the paper outside
How bout a hunnid bands, a hunnid bands
Lately they ain't sliding, I done ran through a hundred grand
This here for ery'body, this here for all ya'll
This here for ery'body, this here for all ya'll
This here for ery'body, that's why I still ball
I love the grind, give it time I'ma kill ya'll

This ain't for weak niggaz, this here for grown men
It's 4 AM, I'm still up and still going in
You know them soldiers on the highway, making sacrifices
I swear these books is out the roof, I'm talking drought prices
I'm counting every grand, until you understand
That them few bricks and couple pounds, gon' be a hunnid bands
Now what's the destination, we got the transportation
It's C.O.D. when you see me, so have that cash waiting
I got that money pride, plus money never tired
You know them FED's out here looking, keep your money quiet
We love to hustle, and were shine like the street lights
Give me a hunnid bands, dip and make it double twice

[Chorus]

Hey get your paper up, put your cash down
Get you a hunnid bands, nigga this is swag time
Get you a couple of mo', then make em double up
You know they doubting a real nigga, I don't give a fuck
Oh yeah I'm hustler made, you busters underpaid
And it's gon' cost your ass some racks, if Don on the stage
I'm still a hardhead, Herschelwood vet
VS-1's hunnid bands, get the whole set
The Maserati was a dolla, and some extra change
Boulevard flossing hard, I need a extra lane
This shit for ery'body, not just the hood cats
It's 7-13, we came to bring the hood back

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hustla"

"Hustla"


[Talking]
Gangstas and grinders, hoodlums and hustlers
By any means necessary, to come from the bottom
To turn nothing into something, to travel the storm
And perservere through anything, I am a hustler
My brother's keeper, Young Don nigga ok
I am a hustler, yes, Don Ke 7-13 hey yeah

Heart of a hustler bout his paper, yeah he bread winning
I am a fighter not a lover, keep they head spinning
Yeah pretty cars, big stallion
I got my shooter in the corner, call him Ray Allen
They smoking Reggie Miller, you know that shit I serve
We high as Blake Griffin, cooking up Larry Bird's
They say the city mine, I see the lights flashing
Wrecking niggaz checking niggaz, while the checks cashing
I'm so tired of roaches, I can't stand leeches
Catch me sipping pomegranates, I'm on Hawaiian beaches
7-13, we rolling like the mob
Get you some bidness go to work, and do your own job
Them suckers still hating, I'm still doing me
Houston Texas legendary, Mr. Don Ke
Monster up and make it rough, I got a tougher grind
Unlock the cage for the beast, they know it's suppertime
All that capping and that talking, nigga pay your tab
I spent fifty on the Lac, before I drove the slab
The ice prices like the cocaine, and cream gravy
Welcome to Texas, where them thangs over thirty lately
Heart of a hustler bout his paper, yeah he bread winning
I am a fighter not a lover, keep they head spinning
Uh pretty cars, big stallion
I got my shooter in the corner, call him Ray Allen
Uh bob your head, say your prayers
Come up missing, nobody cares
Fuck a broke nigga, why even bother
Hustle hard, like the Lord coming back tomorrow
This for Boo-Boo, this for T-Man this for Cory Blount
This for 13, the one with 7 in the front
Niggaz talking niggaz bumping, but I still get it
Don Ke about his paper, nigga deal with it

[Talking]
That's what's up, if you a hustling nigga stand up
If you a gangsta nigga stand up
If you gon' get it by any means stand up
Do it from your heart nigga, the introduction of my life
Don Ke 7-13, heart of a hustler

 

[fox69]

"Hustle"
(feat. Head (of Botany Boyz) & Garcia)

"Hustle"
(feat. Head (of Botany Boyz) & Garcia)



[Talking:]
Yeah you know, this here just a lil'
Game for my real niggaz out there getting it mayn, you understand me
You know, do whatever you gotta do to survive baby
But be safe in them streets mayn, well my nigga Keke
And my nigga H-A-Dub-K, and of course myself
Finna explain how it go mayn, yeah

[Hook: x2]
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you cant no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (be safe in these streets)

[Lil' Head:]
Whether it's nine to five, or either selling dope
You gotta get it how you live, just to stay afloat
By any means necessary, bitch get on your grind
Broke shit is punk shit, man it ain't lying
I been there I'm still here, and I'm trying to get out
And all my real niggaz know, what I'm talking about
And street life, make a nigga not eat right
Losing sleep, and why you trying to stay up on feet right
Been in the game, for a real long time
I can't believe you motherfuckers, ain't respecting my rhyme
Can't believe you motherfuckers, ain't respecting mind
The year 0-4, I know you gon respect it this time
Cause I'm talking bout the real shit, I know you gonna feel this
Down South nigga, nope I ain't from the hills bitch
I'm from a place, where niggaz the yellow
And yeah I'm from the Clarke, but I'm still stuck in the ghetto so I

[Hook: x2]

[H.A.W.K.:]
I hustle and hustle and, struggle and struggle and
Juggle and double and, stay out of trouble man
I am a hustler man, and I can't stop it
I'll rock for rock it, I want all the profit
Put it in my pocket, I'm sticking to the topic
Life is a hustle man, so can't nobody knock it
Hustle and hustle, till I can't no mo'
And I hustle and hustle, till my calves get so'
And I hustle and hustle, till I get all the do'
And it's a must when I hustle, I do it solo
Don't need no sidekicks, or niggaz that ride dick
With that fly shit, and on the crew they really a snitch
Who the fuck you working with, the F-E-D's
H.P.D's, get up off my N-U-T's
You cats is wanna-be's, boy I do this to eat
Better listen to Lil' Head, be safe in these streets

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
Take the good with the bad, respect it just like a man
It's still some mo' to fight, but losing ain't in the plan
Rocks and fry sticks, bricks and big licks
On to cut your stick, with the niggaz you click with
The pyrex's shake, no mistakes and flakes
The bakery in the hood, serving cookies and cakes
So I hustle till I can't, I ain't just running my mouth
Ain't no future on the block, so I'm stretching my socks
I done set my price, I ain't gon change for the streets
Me and my workers got families, we both gotta eat
So I shake boys, you cowards just making noise
Life is still a struggle, I hustle and get it hard
For the fam, I don't give a damn that's who I am
Put the plates on the table, daddy gon bring the spam
Get your cash too fast, I'll be taking it slow
Gotta grind to get mine, till I can't no mo' whoa

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Gonna Lie"

"I Ain't Gonna Lie"


[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip
You gotta watch 'em man, these hoes a trip what
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip what
Check it, you gotta watch 'em you gotta watch em

[Lil' Keke:]
Let me tell you a story, bout this chick I know
Think I met lil' mama, couple of months ago
Had a bright complexion, a nice lil' chick
Bout 135, stood about 5"6'
Ok I stepped to her, I know I really wanna do her
But I'ma check her out, before the Don try to screw her
She jazzy, she got the walk and talk
Tell a straight faced lie mayn, without getting caught
Ok just peep game, she thought she had a playa lame
Tried to play a nigga close, tried to hustle my fame
I took a closer look, it;s time to hold up and stop
Wanna eat ball and shop, but then play with the cock what

[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip
On the real mayn, these hoes a trip look
That's right come on, come on
That's right, come on

[Lil' Keke:]
Now check this other broad, it ain't no sense in being fraud
This young lady was hard, had to give her her card
On the first date, she was talking bout now
Trying to get some cheap prices, on a brick and a half
She was airplane slow train, cocaine getter
Invited me to the crib, so I passed by and hit her
She checked out decked out, shit up in line
Two story travel garage, this bitch on the grind
Bout three months done passed, and now she say she love me
Gave her a few bricks, she hit some quick stangs for me
Sophisticated hood bitch, like none other
So never judge a book, by it's motherfucking cover what

[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie man, these hoes a trip come on
Check the status man, these hoes a trip what
Here we go now, here we go
Yeah here we go now, what

[Lil' Keke:]
I got this other freak, thick hips and thighs
She's a head hunting soldier, with no surprise
Get her cash on, cause her parents use to spoil her
Love rubbing my body, like massage parlor
When I'm all in her world, she say daddy I feel ya
Sex and round ass, you know that thong material
Out the suburbs, but she bubble her herb
Down to get it busy, on the side of the curb
She's a city slicker, and she steady getting thicker
The kind on the grind, gotta have the money quicker
Off the rip, you know she looking for a tip
I swear on my life mayn, these hoes a trip what

[Hook:]
I ain't gon lie mayn, these hoes a trip come on
Check the status mayn, these hoes a trip what
Here we go now, here we go
Yeah here we go now, what