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I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money Lord knows, I gotta get that paper The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how I won't let you down, won't let you down I won't let you down
{THAT'S RIGHT! I GOTS TO GET IT BABY! GET IT! NAWFSIDE, SOUFSIDE, H-TOWN, STAY DOWN! HA! I GOT THE ENTIRE STREETS OF TEXAS WITH ME, AND WE READY TO RIDE! STILL STANDIN STRONG! YEAH! LET'S GET IT! }
From the underground to majors, I'm a pro at gettin paper So you know a Texas playa gotta shine (we gotta shine baby!) We ain't worried about you fakers; we for sure gon keep it gangsta Ridin four's and shakin haters all the time (that's all the time!) R.I.P. to Big Moe, HAWK, Pat and DJ Screw You know that we gon keep it trill and hold it down (you know we gon continue to hold it down baby!) Cause the hustle's never slowin, we gon grind and keep it goin (gotta keep it goin for all the fallen soldiers!) And you know we'll always keep you on our mind We won't let you down (R.I.P. PIMP!)
Sun down til the sun up, you know big Bun up Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up On me, or try to run up, gotta leave 'em done up and did up You wanna get down, get up, I'll leave you hit up and split up So pay attention, sit up, and keep your eyes on the target That's Bun Beater the king, he be goin the hardest Not only is he the trillest, but he's also the smartest Gangsta slash rap artist and he won't let you down
{AY! } Let me tell you a lil somethin bout a G like me I gotta a whole bunch of money and a whole bunch of weed Rap ain't dead, the trap ain't dead We still gettin bread in my hood with D-Red Tell me what rapper, you know with a grip in the bank account with five in it You losin fuck, I'm Scrooge McDuck, my money piles, I dive in it Pimpin and mackin, I'm stackin my paper, you haters better fall back Is the south whack? hell no, and rest in peace to Big Moe The cheaper my work, my beeper alert, all day and all night We ride gray, we sell white, we buy haze and pour up Sprite
{UH! YEAH! } From writin these lyrics, flippin these pages Hopin you hear it, sit in amazement One of the realest, one of the greatest, ever to drop, rockin the stages I dedicate this, to all the people who hated Thought for a second that I wouldn't make it You were mistaken, you gotta face it Rep That Block, 'H' in ya faces This for my town, promise that Rob will not let you down Times is ugly, you love me then trust me, I must be the one who will bring back the crown Just look around, a man from a swat who Kept it real when the game said not to Bring back rap, I think I'm bout to, don't worry you know I got you
{I'm FAMOUS! } It's L-I-L Ken, re-reppin 210 That's San Anton, "huh? ", well act like you knew then They askin "who? when? ", nigga stop playin I stick my dick in your mouth, and fuck what you sayin And check my resume and see that I'm all the way live That's right; I need the whole Pacific to swallow my pride I put my city on my back, then put it on the (map) It's Mr. Deuce Dime, I won't let you down
Slow loud and bangin, we back in the loop Fresh out the pen, now I'm back in the booth Only thing I let down is the top on the coupe Boys hatin on the H, but we still gettin loot You do it for the fame; I do it for the block For the ones in the grave, and th