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

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

And any club, any don't rock dis
I'm sendin' my trend dawg its wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the gates
They do wut they 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 gutta gangsta u know just how I do it

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

Im the shit you say Im not
I keep white purp like a crayon 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' while u down on the corn bread

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

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

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 like a muthafuckin
Hate on me nigga I muthafuckin care

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

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

I make my music for the ones servin' J's, j's
The bitches in the shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay
Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe holders
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 the border from purp to the cola
I hustle spreewells like fa ten and molderz

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

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