Dead End Alliance - Dead End n***az lyrics

Chorus: Big Moe Yes we are Playas and pimps and superstars We never gonna change Cause failures turn their backs in the game We came up quick By devoting our heart to the screwed up click Big Moe: And here's the first G He goes by the name of Lil' Keke -Verse 1- Lil' Keke: Well I'm Lil' Keke, young thug O.G The n***a you love to hate, and the playa you wannabe It's me the bullsh** rejectin', superior sk** protectin' Collecting my ends, steady be settin' trends Paper stacks profits and guaranteed wins I lean on serve k**a weed I smoke plenty Six hundred coupe sittin' low on twenty's A pimp and a mack in this game called crack Tongue quick as a cat on this dope a** track Five pages on my beeper, three hoes two licks All the hoes wanna f** and both licks want bricks I'm climbin' the ladder and I'm steppin on toes Crucifying shoes autographs to my hoes When it comes to being a G, I'm all of the above A dead end n***a lettin' you know what I'm made of Chorus Big Moe: And if you didn't know Next on the mike is the Kay and the Poyo -Verse 2- Kay-K: Check one, two as I proceed I'm finna clown Kay-K always down to swang mines and pops a rhyme For my G's I be cookin' up, taking em' out the pyrex cup Weighing em u, making sure the big baby don't get f**ed Puttin em in the ma** quick and fast Feds on my a**, they don't the stash Pokey baby smash Big Pokey: It's the... red runner, hand upon the gunner Half eyes choppin' f**in with the brick funna Give me some more cheese, so I can move it with ease Pump till the corner bleed, bout to make my ends meet Cause haters talkin' down, time to squash the conversation Kay-K: 25 to the east, 34 to the west One more time upon up and I see I been blessed Pullin' out my stacks, host a gat for jack Ride through Yellowstone now it's on the trunk lookin' fat Had to bump and grind, keys growed from Nam Now I'm rollin' chopping em up in the Bentley holdin' my ground, in H-Town Big Pokey: Kay-K thangs done changed, ain't no time to explain My partner Jack down in Main need a block of c**aine 66 brick hauler, drug smuggler and hustler Hit the spot, pulled it out in Seran wrapped it in mustard Distracted them dogs, as I crawl through the states Loaded pistol gripped with crystal cause it's money to make... b**h! Chorus: Big Moe: Oh and by the way Next on the mike is the H-A-W-K -Verse 3- H.A.W.K: Down the hill, Fairy tale or milk Shot caller, big baller I'm a force to be reckoned with It's all about the money and the power Blades on Eddie Bauer Glock toting splif smoking My competition I devour Our, time has come and I'm in it to win it co*kin hoes at shows, hittin' hoes right in it This game is gamble just like poker I'm all about that dollar and these hoes are medicore Mike ripper no mercy with the thug of Herschel With the Leans and Yellowstone bout to cause controversy While Whitney's waiting to exhale, 2Pac avoids jail The Dead End Alliance will prevail in raisin' hell Breakin' it off, explicit verbs and nouns Bad actin ain't no jackin' when you down in H-Town D.E.A oh by the way did I forget to say Sip and serve parlay with the H-A-W-K, uh Chorus Big Moe Talking: And I'm that n***a Moe Steady sippin' on the lean yep that's a potent 4... Yeah... Steady sippin' on the codeine...