(*talking*)
Yeah, what I gotta do to get this paper
I want the paper bitches, man S.U.C.
What do I gotta do to get that paper
What I gotta do, to get that paper
Tell me what I gotta do to get paper
All I wanna do is get that paper
[Mike D]
All I had to do was shift my stick, and switch my bitch
It`s like oh my God, the kid back in the mix
Funny how a no good hoe, will bring you down
Put the worse on a nigga, cause y`all a playa curse
Fuck a hoe, drag off in the Lexus
Make a nigga respect this, Break-A-Hoe Texas
City with no pity, hoes hustle out they titty
Knuckle up pitch rocks, peep out it and go get it
Snatch a rack run up pack, our packs hold a gat
Hit the highway withcha, stash a half in a cat
Sick stand-up cats, run with stand-up hoes
If they bar mix packs, it be like there he blows
Off in the wind, let the GTO scratch the street
Behind tint getting bent, with Z-Ro in the deck
Something jazzy dumping ashes, bout to give me slow neck
Y`all know what it is, the same fo` came back
[Lil` Keke]
I`ve been through everything, but I still persevere
Bout to go live in 0-5, I`m still right here
Oh yeah it`s still my year, cause that talk is cheap
By my lone` who really want me, man I ride one deep
Got my hustle right paper tight, don`t matter to me
I can write a 16, or process me a ki
The streets a motherfucker, man they`ll swallow ya whole
Pack it up wrap it up, nigga I`m ready to roll
Fuck these niggaz and these figgas, I stay ready to rock
Got killas with twin glocks, if you ready to plot
It`s the Take Over, I`m known as Lil` Ke
A certified guerilla, is courtesy S.U.C.
Bang-bang chop-chop, man this shit don`t stop
We the underground kings, it`s eight dollas a pop
These niggaz be talking shit, and I`m hot no doubt
But they can suck my dick, until the cum shoot out
[Grace]
If you don`t know what it was, just here to show what it is
Bitch I`m the game runner head hunter, wrecking for years
It`s the boy that put it down, from S.U.C. H-Town
Southwest go-getter, Hoovergroove and to clown
Take bitches and split fame, love to grip on grain
Southside of H-Town, where they cook up caine
Chop-chop on dub 4`s, swang and bang 8-4`s
Drop top and blow dro, or po` it up out of 4`s
Straight medicated elevated, one hundred afilliated
The underground funk King, is highly anticipated
Pimp then pen and give it to em, I`m a Grey Tape soul
You can`t break the damn fool, showcasing skills that`s thoed
Fuck a world Southwest G, another day another thug
Day one true to it, till this day kill scrubs
Spell it out you know my name, G-R-A-C-E
S.U.C. V-E-T, that`s till I D-I-E
