[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