Be true 2 it

Ghetto status mayn, yeah
Koopa, know i'm talking bout
An underground soldier baby
Military mayn, hey

[chamillionaire]

230 thousand dollas not a lot to rasaq, get out your clock
And time how long it take em, to finish building my spot
I'm the hottest the south has got, if you think chamillion is not

Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your mouth is locked
Some look up to pac, and some look up to the rock
But short is something i'm not, so i don't look up a lot
You wearing a jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks

When the mix tap messiah drops, that b-s is finna stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for trying to look like he doing it
Be true to it, if you say you doing it and ain't doing it
Then you will get exposed, you know that i'm gonna ruin it

It's foolishness, sip your hypnotic i hope you cool with it

I'ma expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz

No brain in your head, cause your head hollow ass niggaz

All you watching tv, i wanna date a model ass niggaz

I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than jigga's ass niggaz

Yep, the tool is kept

But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to death

Don't get it mixed up, my chips up i'm glued to checks

Don't get it switched up with the chicks, cause i'm smooth as heff

Yep and it ain't nothing better, than money and hoes

Ok i lied about one of those, and one of em's hoes

Two different types of green, yep then one of em grows

Ok both of em grow, but for me it's money from shows, yep

It's the king, koopa

Hey, hey, hey

[lew hawk]

I need a six foot dime, that's gon ride for me

The type of broad if it's heat, she gon lie for me

Stash cake for me, when it's hpd

On my trail trying to see, how the crew get down

22's on the coupe, that's how the crew get down

Uptown, that's where them niggaz play with k's and tech's

And dump your body in them streets, if it's disrespect

Different sets on channel six, keep these hoochies wet

Different sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check

I make checks from killa flows, that i spit on tour

Coming straight from the heart, from the pain i endure

Locked up in a cage, with no sun for days

Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark days

They say, that sixty grams'll get you two for six

The sixty grams in my clip, can get your wrist on lit

Bracelets with them karats, sparkling nice

Looking like you stuck your fist, in a block of ice

But take advice from a hustla, the cops is sick

I pop a snitch, it's niggaz on the block that snitch

I'm trying to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mix

I stay in the mix hitting licks, cause my grinding to fix

Better fix your frame without, when you speaking on us

It's the triple c click, and they can't fuck with us

Uh, lew hawk, uh

[rasaq]

It's the young hooligan, who could fool with him

I kill beats on they two, like this is a pen

Don't make me click-clack, and reload again

Leave your ears are opening, the size of rolling rims

Mouth full of ammo, the black rambo

Do they want me to spit for em, cham (man, no)

And your man know, i can go off like a bomb in a land so

Watch where you stand, oh

Judging how the hand glow, if i let the hand slow

The sun will pack in gold, they know

Matter of fact, the flow is so damn hot

I gotta come out the throwback, ast-ro

Chickens happen to know, how we rap at the show

That's why they the first to come, and the last to go

She the first to come, you the last to know

Can i get her ass to go, nigga

Uh-huh, cha-military mayn