Lil Keke - Reaching lyrics

(*talking*) Check it out, this a hood cla**ic We gon do it like this for the ghetto's And the projects out there, in the world Feel this here [Lil' Keke] This the shake down, you n***as break down This for haters in the world, putting they hate down We got cake now, sp we step on the scene Convertible looking clean, got my mug on mean This is Southside, to the Northside In the 7-4-5, the beamer be sitting wide Get my roll on, yeah coast to coast Like my n***a Big H.A.W.K., I'll bu*ter ya toast Riding fat sack, I turn my har back Jamming old school Pat, how you like that Cause it's drastic, I'ma gla** it This for DJ Screw man, another cla**ic (*talking*) Check it you know, we gon reach out to all the thugs All the gangstas all the cut throats, three time felons n***as out there, getting that bread mayn Getting that cheddar, staying low to the ground Reall not trying to hear it, you understand I'ma stay down and get mine, try to stay up on this mic Go off take it to another level, and get this money you heard [Lil' Keke] A pen and a paper, a stereo a taper Since 9-blow, I been known to pull a caper Light it up, and let the chronic gon blow Creased and pieced up, got the b**h like whoa I'm popped up, traffic stopped up This for all young n***as, getting locked up Slow ya roll mayn, go on get ya some cash Be careful up in the city, take your time and mash This a war zone, get you a cell phone And if push come to shove, get your bust on Get your paper the cheese, the feddy I gotta have it This for my ghetto n***as, another cla**ic what (*talking*) Yeah, this for them go-getters out there You know I'm tal'n bout, them hard borads That gotta get they card, getting on them planes Getting on them trains, with that c**aine ya heard Yeah, this for y'all shaking that a** in that club Staying up all night, getting them 10's and 20's Get that money girl, cause I ain't gon give it to ya Somebody got to do it but not me, go 'head wholay [Lil' Keke] Buckle up knuckle up, when you coming correct The hood and projects, getting much respect 8100 block, you know we bust back In the heart of South Park, is where my hood at But it's all gravy, Will Rush and T-Baby Knock and Duke and Archie Lee, Hard Head Crazy Big Sean and them, yeah you know we a G Joe Boy, Big Chris and that Fruit Fooly Big up's to Screw, I'ma do what I do Gotta lay another track, for my n***a Poo-Poo Hold your head n***a, you know the Lord work his magic I grab the microphone, and drop another cla**ic what (*talking*) Yeah, this was some gangsta sh** Just another hood cla**ic, just in the studio tripping Doing what I do, drop one for the gangstas Drop one for my block, 8100 Hersche' Texas Southwest Guerillas, the Tray you know South Park period You know all over here Sunnyside, Blue Ridge All my n***as staying down, ya heard 4th Ward We gon do this like this here, my n***as out there on the North Slim Theezy, them Boyz N' Blue the Bug Unit Wizzle, C.M.G., Manish, my click you understand 2-2 this how we do it my n***a Russ, T-Baby what it do 8100 blizock for life, ya heard