Lil Keke: Don't mess wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and bornHave a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long hornUp that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-TownBakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break downIf you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shitT-e-x-a-s is the state you don't mess witCock the tech, spit, and check shit to vestWhere respect shit from north to eastWell connected with the westIt's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the cornerRockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuanaScrewed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down SouthPop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed offFind your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the mapBailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strapEvery hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexisLeaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit TexasAshes to ashes, dust to dustTexas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uhAshes to ashes, dust to dustGlock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uhMarsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill meLil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel meMarsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill meSouthside Houston, Texas, so try to feel meCross the line at the point, to this lonestar stateAnd create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't makeBustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide towerTake myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matterAin't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slowIt's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' KaponeStackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zoneTell your colleage you won't want thisNorth sides took over9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt itFairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middleFill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill yaCowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangersPull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamberSo Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test usYou find yourself restless tryin' to fuck with TexasAshes to ashes, dust to dustTexas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uhAshes to ashes, dust to dustGlock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uhMarsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill meLil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel meMarsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill meSouthside Houston, Texas, so try to feel meFeel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fearStrapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clearTakin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouceSo lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacreI'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feelStackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for realHere's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want evenIf I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the BenzFuck a friend in this game, cause it's all about greedTech 9, red beam, and a murderin' teamYeah we're close to the border so won't you put in your orderPound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarterPuffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respectMight check, I select, soly Texas connectedYou respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straightBrain or chest plate, it's the lonestar stateAshes to ashes, dust to dustTexas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uhAshes to ashes, dust to dustGlock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uhMarsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill meLil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel meMarsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill meSouthside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me