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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns
Chopper in the and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the test u test son
My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the boy

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