Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"My Life"

"My Life"


[Talking:]
Yo 2003, this for my gangsta niggaz this for my gangstas
A product-dizzle, from Pimp Snizzle himself
This one's about my life man, you heard me
2003 it's none other the Young Don, representing Big Unit

[Lil' Keke:]
This is my life, for real that's how it go
Hustle to get my do', resco' and getting mo'
This is my life, on the real that's how it be
Everything bout cash, when you look at Don Ke
This is my life, with no time to play
And thangs is getting better, every motherfucking day
This is my life, I shed tears of joy
No matter the situation, put it down for my boy
This is my life, yeah the streets the truth
And my whole world rap, when I'm up in the booth
This is my life, the family depend on it
The only way to get it, my nigga you gotta want it

[Hook: x2]
When you see me in the streets, and my stock is up
Niggaz ducking start trucking, when my glock is up
This is Southside, look closer we leave your mouth wide
Killers drug dealers, for scrilla whenever we ride
Who ride, everything is thick
C.M.G./Big Unit, and the rest of the click

[Lil' Keke:]
This is my life, so I get it how I live
Even if, some motherfuckers gotta get killed
This is my life, and I love the mix
I can never ever pass, on that 13-6
This is my life, try to feel my pain
When my people on the block, still stuck in the game
This is my life, so who ready for war
I'm talking point blank range, busting shots in your car
This is my life, everything is equal
Hit the ghetto looking hard, for my gangsta people
This is my life, and the list is up
Right now's a good time, cause the bricks is up

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
This is my life, you know the hustle's still in it
You get it while it's good, leave it 'lone in a minute
This is my life, so I really gotta reach it
Back of my mind, steady saying gotta be to keep it
This is my life, ain't no turning it back
Until a million c.d.'s, flying off the rack
This is my life, so who better for the job
27 years old, and I'm running with the mob
This is my life, and it's plain to see
That I'ma put away a platinum, while I'm fucking with Lee
This is yo life, and it could never be mine
And niggaz be falling short, on the real I ain't lying

[Hook x2]

[Talking:]
Nod your head nigga, nod your head nigga
Nod your head nigga, uh-uh uh
Nod your head nigga, nod your head nigga
Nod your head nigga, uh-uh uh
Mr. Lizzle Pimp Stizzle, yeah what
Lil' Keke the Don, yeah huh what
Nodd Factor, C.M.G., Boss Hogg nigga what
Huh, y'all niggaz better get y'all shit ready
We taking over nigga, yeah that's right that's right
Yeah uh-uh

 

[fox69]

"Never Gone Give Up"

"Never Gone Give Up"


Never-never, never gonna [x3]

[Hook]
We hustling, we grinding
We shining, never gonna give up
We strolling, we rolling
We holding, never gonna give up
They faking, they hating
They waiting, never gonna give up
We tripping, no slipping
My click, ain't never gonna give up

[Lil' Keke]
I take a second to cash a second to mash, a minute to flash
A hour to smash, a second to blast
So at last, switch the gear work the touch
Grab the stick press the clutch, man what's up
Gotta get it all, stay focused and never fall
Walks up the stairway, with placks on the wall
Money standing tall, you know tall as Yao Ming
Minding my bidness, is a dream like Ikeim
CMG we true, only real I trust that
Shooting a couple of slugs, just to see you bust back
CD's underground, and the bricks we banking
You come up stinking, fucking with my Franklins
So I go FED, get money and stand strong
Stay on my game, press the pedal and get it on
It's my fault, that I ain't did it befo'
Treat the cash like a drive through, I get it to go

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
The hood don't ever change, the ghetto'll stay the same
Killing's and drug dealing's, yeah they giving us the pain
Yeah we hard now, never flip-flop
Never snitch on the gang, cause it don't stop
This the family, you know the ones that say they love me
The ones that's staying down, when the shit looking ugly
On a different page, together up on the stage
With the 4-5 cocked mine, ready to blaze
Pumping the gauge loading the K, ready to spray
Ripping the scene, AR-15
And we vest up, my killas rest up
Now they running and hiding, cause they done messed up
But I'ma stay low, hitting licks and getting do'
Do a 360 turn, try to earn some mo'
Fire up the endo, when it's time to blow
Crank up the L-I, when it's time to go cause

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
Niggas get to' down, up on the low down
Cause they be playing these games, they need to slow down
You know it go down, niggas ain't tripping no mo'
They be kidnapping kids, roaches all at your do'
All on your flo' looking for work, searching for dirt
Clutching the heat ready to squirt, looking to hurt
Looking for cash, but I'll never lag
Ready to plug a hole, in a motherfucking fag
Everyday is the same thang, living the fast lane
You hustle and struggle to bubble, but you maintain
Late show, and I'ma stay on the grind
Ain't no future in your fronting, cause I gotta get mine yeah

 

[fox69]

"Never Had Nuthin'"
(feat. H.A.W.K., Cory Mo, Billy Cook)

"Never Had Nuthin'"
(feat. H.A.W.K., Cory Mo, Billy Cook)



[Billy Cook]
Watch out, Southside is coming through
This year, we gon shiiine
Watch out, C.M.G. is coming through
I swear, it's our tiiime [x2]

[Hook x2]
Get your shine on, and get your grind on
And don't you ever stop getting it, until your time gone
Don't fall for anything, ok you gotta stand for something
(we come up out the hood, and we ain't never had nothing)

[Lil' Keke]
They throw us crumbs in the hood, trying to cheat us to bleed us
On the streets we done seen, everythang but Jesus
If the Lord stay the same, we'll be rich in the game
These haters they did it all, they got theyselves to blame
I ain't never had nothing, I said it from the beginning
Losses ain't in the plan, we hustlers scheming and winning
And they looking at us funny, like we country and crazy
But daddy he been gone, lil' sister a crack baby
If you ain't selling rocks, then you smoking the cheese
The laws they steady spread, like a bad disease
It's a hundred degrees, and it's hot no doubt
And the road to the top, man it's so far out
From the ki's to the thieves, man the hood all in it
Gotta grind with your time, your shine come in a minute
Cause the gutter on the way, I swear we still pumping
You boys got me wrong, cause I'm standing for something come on

[Hook x2]

[Cory Mo]
If you done been broke befo', then you know what the deal is
You know the fake folks, and you know who the real is
From the state of Texas, to wherever you live is
I don't know if you stopped hustling, but I'm still is
And ain't nobody, bout to tell me otherwise
Cause I stand for some'ing, unlike them other guys
Running off at the mouthpiece, spitting and talking live
Lying straight through they teeth, dry hating and talking down
If you ain't bout stepping, your grind game up
You can save us both some time, by keeping your mouth shut
I'm a hustler homie, you's a fake and a phony
How can you look off in that mirror, at your face every morning
Get you some pride, respect the game and keep striving
And never let the next man, keep you from climbing
I'ma tell it how it go, not how you want it to be
It's your boy Cory Mo, Big Hawk and Lil' Ke

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.]
I ain't never had nothing, and I speak the truth
A hundred percent truth, and I'm living proof
Ain't flew the Coupe, had dreams of shooting hoops
I had to regroup, cause pop's was a nincumpoop
Here's the scoop, the head of the troops so my H groups
Are Snoop in a Coupe, and I wanted his loot
Start spitting in a booth, cause I wanted to shine
Vocab and punchlines, I was ahead of my time
I'm like the sun in your face, pull down your visor
Check the levels on your bass, and your equalizer
I'ma surprise ya, when I shoot up like a geyser
A tad bit wiser, plus a nigga spitting that fire
I'ma grind nigga
And for my nigga Fat Pat, I'ma shine nigga
And I know right now, it's my time nigga
I done waited my time, give me mine nigga-give me mine nigga

[Billy Cook]
Watch out, Southside is coming through
This year, we gon shiiine
Watch out, C.M.G. is coming through
I swear, it's our tiiime

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Niggas Be Hating Me"
(feat. Double D)

"Niggas Be Hating Me"
(feat. Double D)



Yeah
I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat
A million dollar crook from a Southside set
As I proceed to break out, I'm fierously demonstratin'
On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin'
Relax your mind, as I restarce the prey
Ascroociate pain, givin' left for game
Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise
Niggas get bigger, but my glock same the same size
I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas
Cause as the swain glass, able to mash class
Your ass is grass, if you in that black mass
Future present past, another'll beat his ass
I'ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustler
Quick to break up a busta, so what's up motherfuckers
I ain't makin' no bargains, no deals or no plea
Stayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' me

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize

On the Southside, we be hittin' licks
Nine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricks
Tricks be hatin', feds got my phone tapped
Loaded glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped
I black on blaze, swang freeze to floss those
Coast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros
A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack
Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack
The shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flip
The answer when you trip is a flime in a clip
I tip a hater, just like he's a waiter
A polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator
Heart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopper
Southside representin', pops up on the chopper
Open your eyes you face to face with a g
Give the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' me

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize

Now we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in work
The L-i-l K-e and this nigga named D
Back up ain't no mistakin', it's money we makin'
Put all drama on hold until the record make dough
So far so good, ain't no complaints in Herschelwood
Same things in my hood, it's understood
When the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'all
And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all
Somebody said to me "Whatever you do just keep it tru
Make your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you"
Flashin' gold cash in them hoes face
Nobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchase
Poetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbow
Noticin' how the game go, I puts it down so
You got beef then bring your beef hardrugged
From the streets of hard knocks, the way you g's love it

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize

 

[fox69]

"No Matter What!"

"No Matter What!"


[Talking]
Southside, the land of milk and honey baby
Real niggaz getting money baby, respect that
Broke niggaz, get somewhere only the strong survive
All about that paper baby, we want it

[H.A.W.K.]
Money by the tons, weed in my lungs
Switch blades and guns, niggaz don't want none
This is the Dirty, the land of the birdie
Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty
You heard me, yeah we get that do'
Sell out and resco', and then get some mo'
And also, we spit that amazing flow
Ask me what I'm hitting fo', I want ten a show

[Lil' Keke]
Niggaz up in the gutter, they do it for white and butter
They stretching it like it's rubber, the ghetto a motherfucker
Ducking the undercover, FED's they trying to smother
Got taps up on your mother, your sister and baby brother
Working in closed do's, walking on tip toes
And these zeros, processing these kilos
Scratching for chips and cheddar, making a cookie buck
Gangstas up in the hood, we get it no matter what

[Hook x2]
When it's on in the hood, you feel it deep in your gut
Gangstas gon hold it down in the streets, no matter what
Packages by the hour, my nigga we get it early
Grind and get your cash, this how we do it in the Dirty

[H.A.W.K.]
This right here, gon squash all the rumors
Satisfy consumers, and cause some brain tumors
Our boy's a late bloomer, but now of excel
Local to worldwide, expanding like Nextel
Niggaz hoping I fail, but I raise hell
In the shit I sell, quickly moves off the shelves
I'm a hood nigga, up to no good nigga
Hood nigga, I wish you would nigga
Eleven-nine-eleven, nigga that's what's up
I'm strolling the cut, pinky suits and all black Chucks
You gotta have nuts, cause gangstas gon hold it down
Saturating the town, white tan or brown
Bricks of pounds, you bumping get hit with rounds
Kicked around, fuck around and get beat down
Cause it's money to be made, on my side of town
If you ain't getting money, you better move around

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Niggaz out here faking, and hating on my ability
All type of weapons and guns, in facility
Niggaz out here bumping they gums, it's really killing me
Gangstas representing in the hood, I know you feeling me
Off top, this how the work gon get handled
Snatching from the po', when they cross the ship channel
Quick nigga, and I ain't got time to think
Only dates matter now, it's the first and fifteenth
And it's casualties in war, ain't no friends in money
Everybody's all good, when the days is sunny
But I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Multiply and add, trying to raise up my pay
This one for the fam, so I hold shit down
Worldwide round the globe, but it's still H-Town
This is for the hustlers, I know you heard me
Wrecking 2K4, straight up out the Dirty

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Nothin' But Love"

"Nothin' But Love"


[Talking:]
Uh uh, get your mind right (get your mind right)
What Southsi' for li', West Coast nigga fell it uh

[Chorus:]
Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug
Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug
Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all
Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all

I'm living life on the run, this is hot pursuit
Nigga lying homies dying, better strap on your boots
I'm the Young Don, you know I do what I do
One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9-2
Now me and Screw, the click you know we started that
It was a three headed monster, with my boy Fat Pat
We was the thoedest, the coldest on this side of town
And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down
We was profiling freestyling, buck wilding
Making money, had a playa smiling
Keeping it crunk bringing the funk, popping the trunk
Smoking the skunk, a playa don't front
'Fore I lay down to sleep, you know I got's to pray
Cause this life ain't been the same, since we lost P-A
Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call
Cause my right hand to God, man I miss my dog uh

[Chorus]

We was swanging swoop, in a brand new coupe
This Commission Music Group, we hotter than chicken soup
Would you kill for your homie, would you steal for your homie
Be ready to bust a shot, when they try to run up on me
Would you ride for a thug, would you die for a thug
Be ready to pump a slug, would you see a nigga blood
H-Town to Oakland, the highway smoking
Puffing on some'ing green, that'll bust your chest open
Or trip in the zone, for my homies that's gone
DJ Screw you the king baby, sit on that throne
Mafio Big Steve, don't worry I got it rocking
Just for P-A-T, I'ma keep a top dropping
Long live the name, forever in the game
Letting you boys know, until you feel my pain
Southside for life, baby a playa got pride
East to West Coast, real dogs gon' ride

[Chorus]

Pressure bust the pipes, so that's what I like
Had to master the game, like it's riding a bike
I lost some people man, you know this world is a trip
It got me paranoid, riding with a glock and a clip
I know a lot of people saying, you the last one left
That's why I'm studio bound, keeping some'ing on the shelf
I mash on the gas, with no time to play
Me Pokey and Corleone, plus the H-A-W-K
Tell Poetic just don't sweat it, I'ma drop him a hit
Do it straight from the heart, because I love the click
I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a G
Dedicating this song, to Screw and P-A-T
I'ma hold it down, until I make it that way
On the last 16, with so much to say
No giving up, this is life on the run
All respect due, from Lil' Keke the Don what

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Off Da Chain"

"Off Da Chain"


[Talking]
Houston, Texas, the third largest city in the U.S.A.
We really off the hook, we off the chain man

[Lil' Keke]
No doubt, off the rip, ain't no telling about me
Busting haters on a mill that like a half a ki
I come prepared off the block, keeping one in the cham-ber
Back from no where here comes the black lone ranger
From a rookie to a star, to a certified pro
Cause I'm all about my dough so I'm the ceo
When I turn on the corner best believe they look
Cause I'm platinum in the ghetto and I'm off the hook
When I jump up in my ride I pack a, concealed weapon
Cause ain't, no, half, stepping
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down fry 'fore I bother you
I'm no fire, baby I done got me a spot
It's the Commission rich man represented by cops

[Chorus x2]
I'm on fire, on fire, that's the name of the game
They say we off the hook but we really off the chain
Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind
East and West coast and the dirty southside

[Lil' Keke]
They shouldn't of said ran they mouth say he can't come back
He took a year vacation, and he go like that
I'm sitting swoll like that, you know I'm cold like that
Off the hook, off the chain you know we roll like that
I pledge allegiance to the thug society
I grind all week and act a fool on Friday
We click up, dumping the trucks and do the pick up
In and out all these freaks just like a stick up
Who you know, gone be ready to ball
I'm talking bout let it go, and don't matter the price
It might be tailor mo', cause I'ma sure get mine
And then do a 3-60 or get left behind
Push dubs through the city cause I like to shine
Sitting tall on boys with the seats reclined
I'm 25, really trying to live so live
Praying to reach the top before the day I die
H-Town, Atlanta, you love it the most
D-Town, New Orleans represent third coast

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Don't knock the hustle man it's all the same
We all greedy and hungry and want the same damn thang
T-E-X-A-S let me really represent it
Always riding dirty so the windows stay tinted
Haters frowning up nigga take that mask off
God damn right, I'm stunting my ass off
Houston, is how to get that feel
Memphis 10, Orange Mile then a trip to the Ville
Big ups and more props to the big boy flossing
Fellas living gangsta and woke up in Austin
I'm on a mission cause I love to ro'
Hit the stage on fire then the Don explode
No pain, no game, that's the price of fame
Grab the mic and went off and left the place off the chain

[Chorus x4]

[Lil' Keke]
Street Port, Lafayette you know they off the chain
Mississippi, Chi-Town you know they off the chain
Alabama, Arkansas you know they off the chain
Miami, Terror Rate you know they off the chain
Atlanta, Cincinnati you know they off the chain
St. Louis, Kansas City you know they off the chain
H-Town, D-Town you know we off the chain
?Cossence? Santa Tone you know they off the chain
It's going down, cause that's the name of the game
My nigga D-X got this track off the chain, off the chain
Cause that's the name of the game
We really off the hook man we really off the chain

 

[fox69]

"Oh Buddy"
(feat. Bun B)

"Oh Buddy"
(feat. Bun B)



[Hook:]
When you see me in the club, and I'm acting up
You'll be like (they go), oh oh oh buddy
When you see ma in the club, backing up
You'll be like (they go), oh oh oh buddy
When you see me in a Benz, with a bad ass chick
You'll be like (they go), oh oh oh buddy
When you see me at the telly, with your girl in my whip
You'll be like (they go), oh oh oh buddy

[Slim Thug:]
Oh buddy, here come the Slim Thuggy
Looking lovely, in the club on bubbly
It get ugly, when the Boss show up
Bartenders, know I'm bout to buy the Crys' and po' up
Fuck a glass cup, me and my niggaz got bottles
Mash on Benz throttles, and knock down models
Ghetto stars, all got at least six cars
The cleanest ones in the parking lot, that's ours
We got money and the power, respect and game
On the hustle so much, we expecting change
Been to a lot of big places, cause I got big faces
I do the kinda dirt, that'll get you big cases
(oh oh buddy), when you look at my piece
(oh oh buddy), when you look at my teeth
It's a shining pair, filled with diamond squares
Sometimes I think, all the cash I got ain't fair

[Hook]

[Bun B:]
Say mayn, I use to be last in line at the club
Now I'm V.I.P., I walk pass the line at the club
In my gator shoes, and my gator clothes
Demari and Izar, La Cast on you hater hoes
King of the underground, Bun ain't gotta remind ya
Sweat no brow, there's always one hiding behind ya
Little bit finer, with a lot of designer
Clothes in the closet, that blow you right out of my mind
Now baby girl, you already know my ear mode
Triple play party, in the backseat of the limo
You on one, but your girlfriend is on two
You want me and she want you, here's what we gon do
Oh buddy, I wanna entertain your company
Oh buddy, they chose eachother right in front of me
And then I'm going from one to two, and from two to one
Cause this here, ain't nothing new to Bun so

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
Hit the parking lot swiftly, so nifty
22's spin on the truck, a 3-60
Get in the Lac Slim in the back, chrome leather wood in the gat
Covered in black, look at the mack
Oh buddy, sipping on some'ing muddy
Tasting so lovely, got's to be bubbly
We doing it pursuing it, you never ruin it
Lil' Keke the Don, representing for Big Unit
The H2, working the MP3's
Plus the 7-4-5, on the D-U-B's
We slab riding, hang gliding and all that
Voicemail picking up, call me right back
I'm on tour, probably dressed in Valore
All eyes on me, like I'm Tupac Shakur
The Dirty Dirty, getting all the loot
And it's one thang fa sho man, the Don the truth

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"On The Come Up"

"On The Come Up"


[Talking]
Check the game, we gon do it like this
For the 2 triple 3, alright

[Lil' Keke]
Hold up a minute, and let me mash it
Give me a check, and I'll cash it
It's all about the cream, and getting paid you see
I'm from the fourth largest city, called 7-1-3
This is O Town, where niggaz be getting smoked down
Catch me next summer, I'm chilling down in your town
For real, signing a major deal
All I wanna do is relax, and make my mills

[Hook x2]
How many niggaz, be getting they crush on (crush on)
When the FED's is coming, you get your rush on (rush on)
Life is gravy, I'm on the come up (come up)
If you think it's a game, then go on run up (run up)

[Lil' Keke]
Where them go-getters, not them bullshitters
Talking certified soldiers, them lick hitters
You know every year, we gonna roll new whips
Gangstas, thugs and them Bloods and Crips
We on the bottom, trying to make it to the top
Shaking the FED's, trying watch out for crooked cops
I'm loaded, full of Hen and dank
Going 80 on the freeway, I'm wasting my drank
I need a Hotel, with a woman to match
In a 600 Coupe, when it's time to scratch
So I'm crawling, and the rain is falling
One thing fa sho mayn, forever we balling
We stay fly, and we stay high
Got the answer to the game, like that A.I
It's the come up, so don't run up
And the ki's in the kitchen, man they done up

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Last but not least, bank accounts increase
Trying to get to the cheese, to my life deceased
On the cool, when it's time to swing
Got them bricks to the ceiling, stand tall as Yao Ming
How you like that, better get back
Stash and put away, for some mo' stacks
This the street game, are you ready my man
Get your bread get your money, get a hell of a plan
Poetic 1, yeah this your nigga Lil' Ke
Avarice representing, with that CMG
We could never stop, with no motherfucking plexes
All respect due, to the city Houston Texas

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"On The Grind"
(feat. Lil' C & Archie Lee)

"On The Grind"
(feat. Lil' C & Archie Lee)



[Intro 2x:]
We on the grind, working hard
We-we on the grind, working hard
We-we on the grind, working hard
We-we-we on the grind, working hard to get it

[Lil' Keke:]
All this dranking and banking, got me continuously thinking
About my giants and my grands, and my Benjamin Franklin's
We on the griiiind, stacking G after G
Got my faculty in back of me, these niggaz plotting on jacking me
No limitations or imitation, Commission's for sho'
Better check the game when I wreck the game, walk straight through the do'
Now it's mo' money mo', gotta get rich 'fore I go
I stay creased up and piece'd up, from head to toe
Not a fro but a bald fade, in Texas that's playa made
You niggaz think we country, but we getting paid
Cause we real with it trill with it, and still with it
Got skills to make a mill with it, so deal with it
You feel it, get up and get it these niggaz want my head
On top of that, I'm being chased by the fed
Infrared I'm leaving em dead, it's either them or me
My J-O-B, is verbally assaulting the industry
Can you see what I see, or you blind
This motherfucker mine, went from crime to rhyme
At the drop of a dime, better blaze your heat
Cause Commission rich niggaz, taking over the streets
Staying sweets for weeks, that's the way that it goes
Twenty thousand at my shows, I'm getting gold on these hoes
Cause I fill the front rows, for a large amount
Nation wide and independent, making both sides count

[Chorus:]
We on the grind, working hard to get it
Commission rich niggaz, stacking chips you feel it
We on the grind, working hard to get it
We click with it thick with it, don't forget it
We on the grind, working hard to get it
Seven digits we split it, we the shit admit it
We on the grind, working hard to get it
Now shake it baby shake it baby, let me hit it

[Archie Lee:]
Catch me a million dollars later, getting paid like P
You see I grind for mine, putting it down like a G
The Hitman, I make you change your game plan
Come short on my money, you soaking wet in a van
From Tennessee to Texas, known for squashing plexes
Can't stop this grind, cause yo we young and we wreckless
Getting paid is a must, if it's a hit I'ma bust
I'm too cold to hold, I'm too hot to touch
I'm hard headed embedded, super unleaded don't forget it
When I bust on tracks, niggaz respect it
Commission rich man, from H-Town to Japan
Blind you from the ice, in my gold wristband
Ain't nothing changed, but a nigga got mo' change
And some of y'all niggaz capping, with no change
I run with Luciano, Nitty and we run the city
So niggaz come and get me, what

[Chorus]

[Lil' C:]
We on the grind we gon' shine, so sit back and recline
Smoking weed of all kind, money falling in line
Women blowing my mind, out on the coast of Rican line
Everything is fine, sipping wine from '79
Cause we did it and done it, the whole time we was blunted
We on the grind on the shine, doing shows in the summit
We worldwide, anytime you need us we ride
And collide, and make the whole world scream Southside
Frank Nitty the Commission, we platinum and gold
Matter fact go pick us up, at your nearby sto'
And play it in your radio, cause you can feel us for years
We on the grind all the time, bigger and better ideas

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
We on the grind, working hard
We-we on the grind, working hard
We-we on the grind, working hard
We-we-we on the grind