feat. Mr. Lee

[Lil' Keke]

Man hold up, what you talking about

I said it in 9-2, now they wearing it out

It was way back when, couldn't make no noise

Now the whole industry, loving them country boys

Got that Dirty South tonic, super fly ebonic

Smoking on that good shit, and it's light green chronic

So I dripped off, and laying down the 7-1-3

I spit 16 bars, same price as a ki

Houston Texas motherfucker, we be choking the tree

Got the 20 ounce muddy, they done crashed the three

But they wanna talk like we talk, it ain't no cape walk

Flipping thangs, and you can't get caught

Sip purple and Robatus', 22's on the bus

Candy painted plenty screens, they can't do it like us

We gon rise to the front, cause we love the stuff

Big Unit we burning up, like they firing a blunt



[Hook - 2x]

Now it's time to cease that weak talk

I hear you motherfuckers, trying to talk like we talk

I see you motherfuckers, trying to walk how we walk

You mess around with the South, niggaz getting tossed



[Mr. Lee]

What you mad, cause you can't walk the walk like me

What you hating, cause you can't talk the talk like me

Records keep flopping, nigga can't clack up like me

Nodd Factor's on the top, and I'm running with G's

Niggaz kill me with this shit, wanna be like me







I got you rehearsing your shit, wanna talk like me

I got you walking with a limp, trying to act like me

At the same time, trying to hate on Mr. Lee

You a old motherfucker, trying to act like you young

Trying to speak down on the real, looking stupid and dumb

Nobody could hear you nigga, when you bumping your gums

Nodd Factor's keep it real, Big Unit number one



[Hook - 2x]

-acapo