[Hook]
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We gon get em ready to rock (let's let em rock)
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Give it up for your city, your sets, hoods and your blocks
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We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll)
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All our people that be hustling, and trying to make a knot
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[Thug Dirt]
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We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint
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With a strawberry filly, in the Expo getting bent
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Got a eight, of that Oh-No
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Tell Ro to bring some Sprite, tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do-do
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Fa sho keep it real, represent your town
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Your cities your states your sets, hoods where you clown
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Gangstas get your thug on, pimps get your hoes on
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Or riding big 20's, like a school zone
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I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro'
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Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars, a marble flo'
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On the Southside of Houston, you can find me off of Scott
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Delivered with heat, that keep the whole hood hot
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' Keke]
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Represent for your city your block, get you a glock
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Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop
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Gotta hustle and maintain, spit lyrics that bring flames
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Refocus your brain frame, this life in the fast lane
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Travel the game as a soldier, plus I'm a rich man
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Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man
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Pound for pound, built this shit from the ground
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Any city any town, staying ten toes down
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Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3
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Paper or change out of range, these niggas know me
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Hotter than fish grease, a slice of the big piece
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We mobbing in this game, so these haters gon feel me
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Pressure don't fade us, these rap hits made us
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Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us
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Fronting and stunting, better take that mask off
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Crush rocks down is the market, a glass house
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[Hook x2]
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[Z-Ro]
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Got soldiers block to block, worldwide connected
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Don't mess with the young and the restless, that'll be your exit
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Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes
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When a nigga be tongue flipping, they say we can't understand you Ro
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You niggas listening too slow, cause I ain't gon lie I go off
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And I go so hard I see my depth, before I ever go soft
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I'm like a walking talking X pill, I rise boys up
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But if boys cross me I kidnap boys, and I tie boys up
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I'm about my P-A-P-E-R, pulling them C-A-P-E-R's
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Still running off in them houses, coming out with TV VCR
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Gotta go get it and come back with it, if I can't get it where I'm at
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Ery'body everywhere be doing that there, just to keep they pockets fat
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In break-yourself Texas, rappers run and receive they do'
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Cause niggas with short arms and deep pockets, be CEO
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Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it, then you hearing Ro verse
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Fuck around and duck when you should of jumped, then you can be in your hearse
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[Hook x2]
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Gangsta's
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Lil' Keke |