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Dis dat def shit

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

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

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

Movin dem o's makin' dey
We til we ride sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto and bitches know how to keep it hood
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 pro's in the strip
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 a crayon box
Aay, and got a nice game and I can't lie
Shit I could cook coke on a fire

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

I droppin 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 like a traffic light

Make my music for the 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 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 head busta so heads up I keep the lead cocked
Sellin' mo yayo than u could stuff in a box
And im'a keep on pushin when the fed's flop

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

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

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

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

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