Lil Keke: Hit em

7-1-3's finest, CMGGhetto Dreams, Presidential[Hook: Lil' Keke & (H.A.W.K.)]You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em)(and if you hit em in the face, I'll give em a body blow), ohYou hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em low)You hit em high, I'ma hit em low (hit em)(we wrecking with flow, we in the studio), oh[Lil' Keke]We gon go up top, and go back downI'm quick to make your shit lay down, and close the roundA nigga going pound for pound, until the blood is foundSnatch punks off the glass, like a Shaq reboundGot more depth young clown, cause we rep H-TownAnd we beat chumps down, at the lyricists loungeI hit em high, regroup then go to the bottomTo his ass to his ribs, when he fold I got himIf he still sitting up, then we work that grillBig judge young Don, serving raw and steelTo the gate to the finish, this for CMGAnother Ghetto Dreams, sponsored by S.U.CGot big swoll nuts, and as a matter of factGet off my dick young trick, or get your click looked atSpit bombs in the studio, they all atomicH.A.W.K. seal him in the face, I'ma catch him in the stomachOh..[Hook][H.A.W.K.]Class is in session, I'ma spit with aggressionAnd if I feel threatened, you better call witness protectionStop asking questions, five line connectionWell connected, jinks, whites, blacks and mexicans7-1-3 nigga, armored TexansIn the three fo' deep, in my corner flexingIntersection, young cats is fucking with veteransSouthside legends, killas that'll beat your head inPop the lead in, hit you in the stomach and head andPop your legs in, then straight leave you for dead andEnough is said and, move it on down the fieldLike the Kansas City Chiefs, and that Dick VermeilThis shit is real, fuck how a nigga feelWe moving like a freight train, trying to get that scrillI'm changing the game, with Don still changing lanesAnd with both of our brains, all we see is change[Hook][Lil' Keke]The mic turn on, boy it's duck and coverAnother pen getting pimped man, by me and my brotherNever pimps my hand, cause I just don't love herWhen I'm in the studio, I do it like nan-notherAnd I'm one of a kind, they better find me a cloneAnd you sure right sticks and stones, they break bonesRise like grits, when the shit get thickBreak em down so quick, sit him up on bricks[H.A.W.K.]I'ma hit all his licks, fuck all his chicksWondering how I done it, cause I flow so sickDo the arithmetic, flow equals do'And dope plus flow, equals the take your hoeCMG, is fucking what that Ghetto DTrying to see, currency like Master PS.U.C., Big H.A.W.K. and Don KeAnd with 20-20 vision, y'all still can't seeOh..[Hook]