Lil Keke: Bottom 2 da top

Yeah, yeah that's what it is...[Hook]We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the topWe rise and fall, but the game don't stopWe made it out the bottom, we reaching for the topReal estate cars, and them big shiny rocksWe made it out the bottom, we reaching for the topFamily first, fuck with that and get poppedWe made it out the bottom, we reaching for the topWe live and die, but the game don't stop[8 Ball]Fat boy killer man, cut like a guillotineOff with a nigga head, my style ain't freeBloody body parts, pop hearts and stop breathingNutty niggaz only need a reason, reach under the seat andGrab the heat, and make that fire jump up out my windowI bet them bitches, won't be coming round here talking no mo'Ay yo, dirty lyrics bring out evil spiritsI must be evil, wouldn't talk it if I didn't live itWouldn't live it if I couldn't take it, please believe itPlease believe, that if a nigga disrespect he bleedingI put that on them little niggaz, at the crib I'm feedingDo whatever, trying to get the shit that they be needingTouch the streets, and get my feet muddyFor them dead presidents, pimp a hoe like CuddyLike Bubba Sparxxx we get ugly, remember thatFor that bread niggaz willing to go, to hell and back[Hook][Lil' Keke]If your cash is mean, let me hear you scream and rush itHood rich fake ass niggaz, y'all gotta love itGet mine, battle the streets and keep it lockedLoading and cocking glocks, jamming slowed down PacTwist it and make it pop, close it and open shopBottom straight to the top, smoking on that Cali cropCity that's do or die, kill you behind a lieOpen the pigeon coop, and let the street birds flyMurder and racketeer, FED's won't disappearPush it and hit the gear, pray for another yearLifetime, and the click be rumblingRaised in the hood mayn, where the heads be tumblingBoys be stumbling, living in sadnessBroke as fuck, they can't shake the madnessA savage, plus I don't give a damnGet rich and live it up, with the rest of the fam[Hook][Kyleon]Gotta rise to the top, cause the bottom too crowdedIt's like crabs in a bucket, and they holding me downThat's why I'm on the block with the rocket, I'm holding a poundInside the booth spitting, he's controlling the soundAnd we controlling the town, got the keys to the cityRains trains or airplanes, I got the keys to the cityIt's Killa, Ball and Ke we CMGCustom Made Gangstaz, we CMG'sIt don't take a set of binoculars, to see we G'sGot a eye for this do' nigga, so we see them G'sAnd I done finally made it, cause I'm sick with the rapSpit lyrics like cold bro, I'm sick with the rapWhen the glock start coughing, I'm sick with the strapBehind money, I'd make your face stick to your lapGotta make it to the top bro, you can't deny my mailCause I rap so well, they had to put my teeth in jail it's Killa[Hook]