Birdman - Make Em' Break It lyrics

[Lil' Keke] Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........ [verse 1][Juvenile] My n***a,my motherf**in',my wodie-May'ron My people like used to be runnin' with up in uptown What I see now the game ain't for me to be in So I'm pretend cause n***as can't (?) (?) Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings Cause n***as trippin' they really think that they could win I ain't wit dat, I'ont even want em' around I'm a 2x loser, one more time they go around me [Baby](Lil' Keke) Wodie, platinum pieces increases n***a we the Denver Broncos of this rappin' season f** dapters,Clappin season n***a wanna be a baller..playboy in nappy season I'm the motherf**in' shot caller CMB be the reason we toting they heads makin' money We cooking bacon,f** the bullsh** we money makin'' b**h n***a daughter breakin' Put yo money on the table playboy You can't fake it (Wodie) How we luv that? [Hook](Metalic Voice)[In Background Lil Keke] [Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie.....] (These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it These are the Hot Boys if not they'll take it,shake it These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make em,break it) [Verse 2][Turk] I just don't give a f** either I live or I die Until then I'm going all out and don't ask why Untamed guerilla,hard head and don't listen Magnolia soldiers standing black two pistols by myself When I come and get ya When I'm full of that dope n***a,I'ma split ya Lil' Turk bout gun play and any day n***a whatever Light or daytime it really don't matter I'm a Hot Boy fo' sho' I'm bout' riding, I leave yo head bust n***a When I start Firing [Lil' Keke'] Wodie,Woody,Wodie All the playas in th club-try to bounce to dis Throw yo roley in the air-smoke an ounce to dis Its Lil' Keke comission out so lonely CMG's And now Cash Money,now u hoes feeeling me? Its going now from Michi to Uptown wit clowns Smoke a pound e-ve-ry these haters they buying out When I come around ,I know a scene wit ba**ment Strictly paper chasing Indo we raising, for info we wrote it in pens wit green letters With tha tasting its (?) Blue or Gold or better its whatever Creeping the pen-a freestyle Thats a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake Lil' keke and the Hot Boys We some worldwide players from the dirty south Diamonds,Gametes and rocks all up in my eye This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...n***a Woody Wodie Woody....... [Hook 2x] (Shake it mama Shake it papi 4X) (This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys 8x)