[Talking]
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Southsi' for li', Young Don in the building
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My nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it man
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This for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set
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Get your hustle on, check me out on this one
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Get your money mayn, yeah
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[Hook x2]
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The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake
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I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
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In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight
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On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make
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[Lil' Keke]
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I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block
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I got love for the streets, and gave it everything I got
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So fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go off
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I need a half or a thang, but it gotta be soft
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If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worth
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I done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirt
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In the trap got lights and water, just to cook to work
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Cutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerk
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Southside Houston Texas, my niggaz that's where it's at
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From fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki's and all that
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It's weight by the freight, this the cocaine state
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You know it's heavy heavy cake, if it's Texas plate
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Big cars big trucks, parked in front of the lot
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Come up short more than once, and get the glock in your vault
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You know it's open court, so we running fast break
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In the hood posted up, cause it's money to make yeah
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[Hook x2]
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[Chris Ward]
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We got hood control, we on hood patrol
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While your hood's flooded with silver, our hood is gold
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Plus our hood's fa sho, we got weight by the pound
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But instead of waiting around, we moving that weight around
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With jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the town
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So many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain't breaking 'em down
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But the very second we do, go to rocking it up
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Watch the fiends, cause that's when we go to locking shit up
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You see I'm coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller video
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Acting real silly for do', (for real) really though
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They'll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shit
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Open your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hit
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Now it's a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dick
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While the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks with
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So therefore I'll be at my trap, in or out and about
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Going hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I'm a hustler
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[Hook x2]
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[H.A.W.K.]
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See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it real
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Got drank weight and pills, at some hell of a deals
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I'm trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe Deville
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With chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my bills
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See whatever I got, gon sell
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I got clientele, male or female that want it wholesale
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Whether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday Inn
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I want mo' mail so go tell, all your friends
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I want money and the power, pic-mix and flower
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Hard white or yellow, or you can get that powder
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My hood (my hood), is infested with thugs
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Infested with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs
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We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug
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And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged
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It ain't no love, we feuding like Crips and Bloods
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And to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud
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[Hook x2]
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Real And Fake
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Lil' Keke |