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(*talking*) Magnetfolien Köln Cock ya guns on this one, fire ya doja on this one Pour ya drank on this one man, 7-1-3 Get your C's up, this the Commission
[Hook] I'ma throw up for my hood, then I'ma blow up for my hood Then I'ma show up for my hood, then I'ma po' up for my hood They don't want nothing with me, (not me) They don't want nothing with me, (who me) They don't want nothing with me, (CMG) They don't want nothing with me, (S.U.C. baby) I'ma throw up for my hood, then I'ma blow up for my hood Then I'ma show up for my hood, then I'ma po' up for my hood
[Lil' Keke] I'm a pimp by nature, and a boss by force I done sold a million records, I'm just not in the Source A lot of niggaz in the streets, say they hood as me But on the microphone rapping, not as good as me I'm on the grind going hard, and my pen is hot Yeah, coming for that number one spot Niggaz calling out my crew, like my click gon fold But we gon strap 'em to the track, and let the c-train roll I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and a Capo too It's independent black cash, nigga thanks to Screw Got my eyes on you niggaz, like some contact lens And I'm headed to the top, but still seeking revenge yeah
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[Lil' Keke] It's a hundred yards and running, my corners let's man up It's some G's in the building, my niggaz let's stand up Nuts will be taken, hearts will be breaking C.M.G.-S.U.C., history in the making Fuck the background, man my turn is next Tell them folks in New York, to start cutting the check Niggaz whispering under the rug, that I'm lost and forgot But on the cool damn fool, check the radar watch All these kings everywhere, I refuse to kneel I'ma end a few careers, when I sign a deal Yeah this S.U.C. bitch, and we mad as fuck All of a sudden, everybody done got so screwed up It's the takeover, and we coming for placks We coming for Robert Earl, and we coming for Pat 0-5/0-6, we leaving your head bust Southside Houston Texas, they don't want it with us yeah
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[Lil' Keke] I'm a Dirty South icon, plus armed and dangerous I'd rather be rich, then be so-called famous These mark niggaz rapping, I'ma spit in they face Put the garbage in the dump, and put the trash in the waste These FED's is moving close, it's getting scary The next thing you see, is plenty kites and commissary These streets are necessary, they made me legendary Rock solid game, got the frame sitting heavy Niggaz think it's gravy, but we float like the Navy Laid back like a pimp, and let the microphone pay me A different color creed, got different color weed A Custom Made Gangsta, from a different kind of breed Niggaz probably bleed, if they testing my round And niggaz can get it quick, on my side of the town These niggaz is rat-packing, they ain't fucking with Ke' Chit-chatting in the back, but they don't want it with me yeah
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(*talking*) Yeah nigga ha-ha, return of the Teflon Don It's eight dollas a pop man, it's independent cash thanks to Screw I'm telling you niggaz now mayn, lace ya boots I'm coming for the number one spot You niggaz out here, running with my styles man you know Here I come man, the minor set-back for the major come-back You know what it is, C.M.G. my click S.U.C. to the fullest, I'm so Screwed Up Back to the underground, that's where the money at It's feeding the family you heard me, ha I might not never sign
