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[talking] Young Don nigga, Fat Rat nigga We in the building, S.U.C Underground All-Stars, feel it ah [Hook] We some hustlers ballers, money making thugs Underground All-Stars, show the game love Cause we bosses gangstas, money making G's Counting O's doing shows, from our new CD's [Lil' Keke] Throw your block up high, get your set in the sky Get your dro get your drank, X pills and fry We some hustlers ballers, gangstas bosses Hood rich nigga, with no time for losses I've been gone for a minute, so boys wanna do me I'm cold with this shit, bouncing back like Juve Feel me kill me, or make you a choice Or tuck your tail like a bitch, when you hear my voice Bring pain no change, on my new c.d And I'm raw as ten lines, out the scorpion key S.U.C. to the finish, niggaz clearing the way In the booth spitting truth, better ask MJ Got Miggity Mike D, and I'm Don Lil' Ke Herschelwood and the 3, Laf-Tex C.M.G Letras de cancionesBraeswood new chrome, on brand new cars It's the Southside, Underground All-Stars [Hook x2] [Lil' O] I sold c.d.s, out the back of my truck So I could knock off the truck, that start with the Range And when I stopped moving crack and I started to rap And I made me some stacks, I ain't changed You must respect my hustle, you must respect my grind You must respect my hard work, I got the right to shine Remember well in my cell, I had to fight the time But I swore when I got out, I'd have twice the grind And be, ten times the man This Y on my wrist, is ten times a grand I got the glow of a God, you can't out shine me man Dear Lord watch over me, niggaz hating on me I'm about to bomb on em Be with me Amen, see I will prevail Not a millionaire yet, but I'm giving 'em hell Real life thug shit, man I'm living it well And if you real like I'm real, then you feel me like brail cause we some [Hook x2] [Mike D] Ain't too many gon hop out, and do the game like me I got the heart of a lion, hustle game from the 3 I'm with the Don Keke, Lil' O and Den Den Plus guerillas from the Southwest, with C's on they fucking chest You get it right get it straight, baby we hold the weight Use to be the cocaine, now this the drank state And you know, who hold the keys to the city It's Miggity Mike D, a young Carl Smitty And I'm tired of these overrated, rappers Ain't seen the streets a day in they life, just modern day actors Watch niggaz like me, and put my life in they lines And niggaz in the hood, don't even know your kind I'm a hustler gangsta, money making thug With niggaz from the hood, that'll get at you cuz [Hook x2] From Letras Mania