Lil Keke - Gangsta's lyrics

(Hook) We gon get em ready to rock (let's let em rock) Give it up for your city, your sets, hoods and your blocks We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll) All our people that be hustling, and trying to make a knot (Thug Dirt) We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint With a strawberry filly, in the Expo getting bent Got a eight, of that Oh-No Tell Ro to bring some Sprite, tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do-do Fa sho keep it real, represent your town Your cities your states your sets, hoods where you clown Gangstas get your thug on, pimps get your hoes on Or riding big 20's, like a school zone I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro' Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars, a marble flo' On the Southside of Houston, you can find me off of Scott Delivered with heat, that keep the whole hood hot (Hook - 2x) (Lil' Keke) Represent for your city your block, get you a glock Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop Gotta hustle and maintain, spit lyrics that bring flames Refocus your brain frame, this life in the fast lane Travel the game as a soldier, plus I'm a rich man Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man Pound for pound, built this sh** from the ground Any city any town, staying ten toes down Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3 Paper or change out of range, these n***as know me Hotter than fish grease, a slice of the big piece We mobbing in this game, so these haters gon feel me Pressure don't fade us, these rap hits made us Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us Fronting and stunting, better take that mask off Crush rocks down is the market, a gla** house (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Got soldiers block to block, worldwide connected Don't mess with the young and the restless, that'll be your exit Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes When a n***a be tongue flipping, they say we can't understand you Ro You n***as listening too slow, cause I ain't gon lie I go off And I go so hard I see my depth, before I ever go soft I'm like a walking talking X pill, I rise boys up But if boys cross me I kidnap boys, and I tie boys up I'm about my P-A-P-E-R, pulling them C-A-P-E-R's Still running off in them houses, coming out with TV VCR Gotta go get it and come back with it, if I can't get it where I'm at Ery'body everywhere be doing that there, just to keep they pockets fat In break-yourself Texas, rappers run and receive they do' Cause n***as with short arms and deep pockets, be CEO Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it, then you hearing Ro verse f** around and duck when you should of jumped, then you can be in your hearse (Hook - 2x)