Lil Keke Da Don

Lil Keke Da Don - Nothing Wit Me

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[talking]

Cock ya guns on this one, fire ya doja on this one

Pour ya drank on this one man, 7-1-3

Get your C's up, this the Commission

[Hook]

I'ma throw up for my hood, then I'ma blow up for my hood

Then I'ma show up for my hood, then I'ma po' up for my hood

They don't want nothing with me, (not me)

They don't want nothing with me, (who me)

They don't want nothing with me, (CMG)

They don't want nothing with me, (S.U.C. baby)

I'ma throw up for my hood, then I'ma blow up for my hood

Then I'ma show up for my hood, then I'ma po' up for my hood

[Lil' Keke]

I'm a pimp by nature, and a boss by force

I done sold a million records, I'm just not in the Source

A lot of niggaz in the streets, say they hood as me

But on the microphone rapping, not as good as me

I'm on the grind going hard, and my pen is hot

Yeah, coming for that number one spot

Niggaz calling out my crew, like my click gon fold

But we gon strap 'em to the track, and let the c-train roll

I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and a Capo too

It's independent black cash, nigga thanks to Screw

Got my eyes on you niggaz, like some contact lens

And I'm headed to the top, but still seeking revenge yeah

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]

It's a hundred yards and running, my corners let's man up

It's some G's in the building, my niggaz let's stand up

Nuts will be taken, hearts will be breaking

C.M.G.-S.U.C., history in the making

Fuck the background, man my turn is next

Tell them folks in New York, to start cutting the check

Niggaz whispering under the rug, that I'm lost and forgot

But on the cool damn fool, check the radar watch

All these kings everywhere, I refuse to kneel

I'ma end a few careers, when I sign a deal

Yeah this S.U.C. bitch, and we mad as fuck

All of a sudden, everybody done got so screwed up

It's the takeover, and we coming for placks

We coming for Robert Earl, and we coming for Pat

0-5/0-6, we leaving your head bust

Southside Houston Texas, they don't want it with us yeah

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]

I'm a Dirty South icon, plus armed and dangerous

I'd rather be rich, then be so-called famous

These mark niggaz rapping, I'ma spit in they face

Put the garbage in the dump, and put the trash in the waste

These FED's is moving close, it's getting scary

The next thing you see, is plenty kites and commissary

These streets are necessary, they made me legendary

Rock solid game, got the frame sitting heavy

Niggaz think it's gravy, but we float like the Navy

Laid back like a pimp, and let the microphone pay me

A different color creed, got different color weed

A Custom Made Gangsta, from a different kind of breed

Niggaz probably bleed, if they testing my round

And niggaz can get it quick, on my side of the town

These niggaz is rat-packing, they ain't fucking with Ke'

Chit-chatting in the back, but they don't want it with me yeah

[Hook]

[talking]

Yeah nigga ha-ha, return of the Teflon Don

It's eight dollas a pop man, it's independent cash thanks to Screw

I'm telling you niggaz now mayn, lace ya boots

I'm coming for the number one spot

You niggaz out here, running with my styles man you know

Here I come man, the minor set-back for the major come-back

You know what it is, C.M.G. my click

S.U.C. to the fullest, I'm so Screwed Up

Back to the underground, that's where the money at

It's feeding the family you heard me, ha I might not never sign

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