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

Every 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 block
Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block

And any club, any don't rock dis
I'm sendin' my trend its lean wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the gates
do wut they gotta 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 it hood
I keep it gutta Im'a gangsta u just how I do it

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

Im the you can't say Im not
I keep white purp like 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 move it then I'ma call Tony yo
I let the from my gun spread
Sippin' hard u down on the corn bread

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

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

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

Im the king of the trill, got the streets in a head
A busta piece so heads 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 represent the trill, I stand up fo the
Im down the underground just like a nigga should
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the holdin work keepin it cocked
It dont

I make my for the ones 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 block
Fo' the ones knock ya head off ya shoulders

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

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

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