Lil Keke: Nothing wit me

Cock ya guns on this one, fire ya doja on this onePour ya drank on this one man, 7-1-3Get your C's up, this the Commission[Hook]I'ma throw up for my hood, then I'ma blow up for my hoodThen I'ma show up for my hood, then I'ma po' up for my hoodThey 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 hoodThen 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 forceI done sold a million records, I'm just not in the SourceA lot of niggaz in the streets, say they hood as meBut on the microphone rapping, not as good as meI'm on the grind going hard, and my pen is hotYeah, coming for that number one spotNiggaz calling out my crew, like my click gon foldBut we gon strap 'em to the track, and let the c-train rollI'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and a Capo tooIt's independent black cash, nigga thanks to ScrewGot my eyes on you niggaz, like some contact lensAnd I'm headed to the top, but still seeking revenge yeah[Hook][Lil' Keke]It's a hundred yards and running, my corners let's man upIt's some G's in the building, my niggaz let's stand upNuts will be taken, hearts will be breakingC.M.G.-S.U.C., history in the makingFuck the background, man my turn is nextTell them folks in New York, to start cutting the checkNiggaz whispering under the rug, that I'm lost and forgotBut on the cool damn fool, check the radar watchAll these kings everywhere, I refuse to kneelI'ma end a few careers, when I sign a dealYeah this S.U.C. bitch, and we mad as fuckAll of a sudden, everybody done got so screwed upIt's the takeover, and we coming for placksWe coming for Robert Earl, and we coming for Pat0-5/0-6, we leaving your head bustSouthside Houston Texas, they don't want it with us yeah[Hook][Lil' Keke]I'm a Dirty South icon, plus armed and dangerousI'd rather be rich, then be so-called famousThese mark niggaz rapping, I'ma spit in they facePut the garbage in the dump, and put the trash in the wasteThese FED's is moving close, it's getting scaryThe next thing you see, is plenty kites and commissaryThese streets are necessary, they made me legendaryRock solid game, got the frame sitting heavyNiggaz think it's gravy, but we float like the NavyLaid back like a pimp, and let the microphone pay meA different color creed, got different color weedA Custom Made Gangsta, from a different kind of breedNiggaz probably bleed, if they testing my roundAnd niggaz can get it quick, on my side of the townThese niggaz is rat-packing, they ain't fucking with Ke'Chit-chatting in the back, but they don't want it with me yeah[Hook](*talking*)Yeah nigga ha-ha, return of the Teflon DonIt's eight dollas a pop man, it's independent cash thanks to ScrewI'm telling you niggaz now mayn, lace ya bootsI'm coming for the number one spotYou niggaz out here, running with my styles man you knowHere I come man, the minor set-back for the major come-backYou know what it is, C.M.G. my clickS.U.C. to the fullest, I'm so Screwed UpBack to the underground, that's where the money atIt's feeding the family you heard me, ha I might not never sign