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

Every time I do it, u 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 serve 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 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 niggaz 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
Make my music for the boyz the O's
The old school in the strip club

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 cook coke on a camp fire

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

I droppin the mix
Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8
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 in the strip club

Yo pimpin', u know who it be its B.U.N to the b
One hundred and one percent gangsta check my
Movin thru yo city a muthafuckin mayor
Hate on me like I muthafuckin care

Im the king of the trill, got the streets in a head
A head busta piece so up I keep the lead cocked
Sellin' mo than u could stuff 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 down the underground just like a nigga
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the trap work keepin it cocked
It stop

I my music for the ones 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 ones that'll knock ya head off ya

Thats I doin fo the thugz
And the bitches in the hood on erry type of
Shipped across the border from purp to the
I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and

shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns
Chopper in the and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the u wanna test 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 club