Lil Keke: I use rhymes

[1 Da Boy]I got a little trouble on my chest, right nowMark ass niggaz, don't wanna let me go roundWhat's wrong you mad, because I'm on feet nowFucking around with this, will get you killed uh-huhNow that's gangsta, that's the only way I say itI say it because I mean it, and I'm meaning what I saidY'all niggaz don't really want, trouble from meI catch you young pimp, and break both of your feetMake you sniff paint thinner, till your nose start to bleedAnd if you still talking shit, I'll break both of your kneesI'm a Downtown soldier, from the hood of the 3Where fake niggaz get cut, like a shirt with no sleevesCause that's me, pushing a big body U-VAnd that's me, keeping the spot H-O-TAnd that's me, I represent that A-V-A-R-I-C-E whooo[Hook - 2x]I use rhymes my nigga, to express myselfIt all comes to the line, when I'm by myselfIt's do or die right now, cause I'm for myselfWe slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself[Lil' Keke]Where my down South soldiers, lightening up doja1 Da Boy, Lil' Ke man I swear we done told youThe streets is dangerous, better pack your weaponNobody got a gun, then your click half steppingTexas Mafia, nobody is stopping youYou better slow your role, cause my killas is watching youHerschel Wood to the Tre, collecting payHow they ride AK's, stay prepared to sprayAnd the street sweeper, hits so deeperWriting bar after bar, cause the words reach youVerbal assassin, you know the flow be blastingI wanna get my bread, is all I'm askingRespect the G-Code, Lil' Ke so coldTrying to get my loot, cause it's right up the roadNo time to be wasting, my bad fa shoLike Christopher Wallace, I love the do'[Hook - 2x][1 Da Boy]Be wise each nigga like me, show upI told them boys, that 1 Da Boy gon blow upBut them haters didn't like that, true thatSell a million copies, I lay em over blue datI ain't bringing my style, I ain't bringing my skillsBut I got the skills, to pay my whole click billsNow what's the deal punk, you got beef let me know1 Da Boy kicking in your front, and your back do'I ain't no punk mark, bitch, hater or a hoeIf you aggravate my mind, your head slammed to the flo'Cause I'm a hard hitting thug, that's about my scrillAlways scheming in my brain, how to make a quick millNow what's the deal, I'm keeping it low but real steel1 Da Boy on top, of the world now do you feelThe hits that I spit, on this track support shitAvarice taking over, ain't no and, if's or misses[Hook - 4x]