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my music for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club
Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip

Every time I do it, u just who I do it fo'
My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the club
And fa my top thats block cruisin'
Thats for the serve the rocks on the block music

And any club, any party don't dis
I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked
They do wut they do and hustle at a top rate

Movin dem o's makin' dey
We grind til we ride on 24 inches
My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it
I keep it gutta Im'a gangsta u know how I do it

Make my music for the with the O's
The old school in the strip club
Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Im the you can't say Im not
I keep white purp like a crayon box
Aay, and got a nice game and I can't lie
Shit I could cook on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can it go
If I can't it then I'ma call Tony yo
I let the bullets from my gun
Sippin' hard while u down on the bread

First I the mix
Hit the pot a Edward and bought 8 bricks
Yup, in my white tee so u know I keep it
And I green like a traffic light

my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the club

Yo pimpin', u know who it be its B.U.N to the b
One and one percent gangsta check my pedagree
Movin thru yo city a muthafuckin mayor
Hate on me nigga I muthafuckin care

Im the king of the trill, got the streets in a head
A busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked
Sellin' mo yayo u could stuff in a bread box
And keep on pushin even when the fed's flop

I represent the trill, I up fo the hood
Im holdin down the underground just like a should
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the trap work keepin it cocked
It dont

I make my music for the ones J's, servin' j's
The bitches in the shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay
Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block
Fo' the that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders

Thats gangsta I fo the thugz
And the in the hood on erry type of drug
Shipped across the border from to the cola
I hustle spreewells fa three ten and molderz

Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple
Chopper in the trunk and keep one in the head son
B. un is out the u wanna test son
My motive is to a nigga shoot above the chest boy

Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club