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Dis dat soso def

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make my music for the 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 hundred and one gangsta check my pedagree
thru yo city like 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 than u could in a bread box
And im'a keep on pushin when the fed's flop

I the trill, I stand up fo the hood
Im holdin 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 stop

I make my music for the servin' 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 I doin fo the thugz
And the bitches in the hood on erry type of
Shipped across the from purp to the cola
I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and

Pond shop niggaz, a couple handguns
in the trunk 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

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