| You already know, Shorty Mac/Lil' Keke
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| S.U.C. |
| vets, let’s put it in they face
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| Let’s let em have it, here we go
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| I got a chip on my shoulder, the size of Texas
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| Southside for life, you know they still hold plexes
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| Wake up every morning, trying to get my do'
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| My click on top, and they love it fa sho
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| So don’t sweat it, cause them punks gon regret it
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| A underground king, better ask Poetic
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| So I do what I can, for my master plan
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| And my number one rule, must respect my fans
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| It’s a long shot, for me to get that mill
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| And I made it independent, man without no deal
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| So I’m hanging on, to the pride I got
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| The Lord done blessed me, and I thank him a lot
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| So I keep reaching, and I keep teaching
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| To my young niggas man, I gotta keep preaching
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| It’s a hard life, another left fold
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| And I’d give it all back, to the ghetto
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| I got better dreams, everything ain’t all it seems
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| The streets and hustling, is still in my genes
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| So we bundle in the huddle, legalize our grind
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| S.U.C. |
| shot calling, some of the best you will find
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| Underground vet, still a rap game rookie
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| Known for freestyling, selling Screw tapes city to city
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| Pushing rhymes out of state, dipping in the Cali sun
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| Poetic ask what’s on my mind, making a million
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| Parlaying in the west end, giving Texas game
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| Packing paper in piles, Screw-Zoo blew up the name
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| Only way I know, to pay it back
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| Make sure they scream S.U.C., all over the map
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| Staying down like fo' flats, Avarice connected
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| Short Mac you know, seated in the Southern section
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| Put my freestyling, on a payment plan
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| Microphone to dats now, control the land
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| Stay on the subject reap the public, with my best intentions
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| Trying to put away, my little son’s pension
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| With mansion doors, I stay on the ground
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| Roll with the down South kings, some of the best you will find
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| I gotta stay low, I gotta stay pro
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| I gotta stash a hundred grand, in case the stacks get low
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| It’s a dirty game, but somebody gotta do it
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| I’m straight true to it, I’m never new to it
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| You blew it, trying to fade Lil' Ke
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| I’ma represent Texas, out the 7−1-3
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| So I gotta get it well, till the day that I die
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| And leave a punk motherfucker, steady asking me why
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| Stacking stacks never know, when your days’ll darken
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| Rep the 5−1-2, and I keep the chronic sparking
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| On the grind at all times, creeping through the dirty
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| Early bird want the worm, then we want it early
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| Young G’s stay afloat, don’t damage yourself
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| But it’s hard to be broke, and can’t get no help
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| Work my muscle and hustle, stay in the rap game
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| Short Mac and Lil' Ke, this how we doing this thang |