Lil' O - Undaground All-Stars lyrics

(*talking*) Young Don n***a, Fat Rat n***a 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 n***a, with no time for losses I've been gone for a minute, so boys wanna do me I'm cold with this sh**, bouncing back like Juve Feel me k** me, or make you a choice Or tuck your tail like a b**h, 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, n***as 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 Braeswood new chrome, on brand new cars It's the Southside, Underground All-Stars [Hook - 2x] [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, n***as 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 sh**, man I'm living it well And if you real like I'm real, then you feel me like brail cause we some [Hook - 2x] [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 f**ing chest You get it right get it straight, baby we hold the weight Use to be the c**aine, 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 n***as like me, and put my life in they lines And n***as in the hood, don't even know your kind I'm a hustler gangsta, money making thug With n***as from the hood, that'll get at you cuz [Hook - 2x]