At 13, I was making more money than most of the grown-ups in the neighborhood.
I mean, I had more money than I could spend. I had it all.
One day, one day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home.
You know why?
It was out of respect.
Hey, Young Dunn.
Yeah, I'm back, nigga.
Ha ha, this is for you hate-nance niggas, man.
CMG, my clique.
Give it to them.
The Dunn is back.
The Kiki's a vet.
I'm still spooned up, brain tape in your deck.
The Dunn is back.
Steel wrap is outside.
So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you're out.
The Dunn is back.
The Kiki's a vet.
I'm still spooned up, brain tape in your deck.
The Dunn is back.
Steel wrap is outside.
So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you're out.
I'm so fresh, so clean.
Spitting sweet 16s.
And it's heavy rotation on your TV screen.
Cause the Dunn is back.
Steel wrapping's outside.
Man, it lack running lights and still swinging it wide.
Get off my dick all the time so I can see what it do.
Cause I be working I-10 if it wasn't for screw.
If it wasn't for y'all, said it right in your mouth.
I wouldn't have to tell the world who the king of the south.
It's the S-U-C.
Out the 713.
I'm a custom-made, thinks the name Lil' Kiki.
Niggas way out they league, trying to ruin my rep.
I'm about to blow out the blue, nigga, quiet as cap.
It's the takeover.
Screwed up, licked, sitting fat like a new rover.
I'm a G, I'm a thug, I'm a true soldier.
And I'm keeping the gap.
And it's * your hoe, niggas, cause the Dunn is back.
The Dunn is back.
The Kikis are back.
I'm still screwed up, brain tape in your deck.
The Dunn is back.
Steel wrapping's outside.
So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you're out.
The Dunn is back.
The Kikis are back.
I'm still screwed up, brain tape in your deck.
The Dunn is back.
Steel wrapping's outside.

So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you're out.
Get your lights, camera, this game for free.
Got me incognito, undercover and low key.
Cause I'm rapping, grinding, hungry, thirsty.
The Dunn is back.
Just like your Nikes and your Durseys.
Steel be drinking drank.
Steel be rolling three.
When I die, Southside make a statue of me.
I been a pain in the ass since the year 9-3.
Now it's 2005, they gonna rap like Kikis.
I said, man, hold up what you're talking about.
I got the bold nigga cock.
Right in front of the spot.
Cause I'm still a vet.
And I demand respect.
So keep bobbing your head while you're jerking your neck.
Cause the kid is here.
Ain't no * with this.
It's a bright light show sitting on top of my wrist.
And I'm scratching my lip.
And I'm looking to get him gone.
It's a whole fleet of niggas that I'm about to piss on.
The Dunn is back.
The Kikis are back.
I'm still screwed up, brain tape in your deck.
The Dunn is back.
Steel wrapping's outside.
So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you're out.




Niggas claim that they see in my clique.
They just ain't.
They be steady talking nine, but they fall in the paint.
They wanna shine, but they can't.
Wanna rhyme, but they stay.
I'm a Southside vet.
You rook as I pull right.
It's 50 in the tank.
Seven figures in the bank.
King Arthur the great, and I still can wreck a deck like I did great tape
Stop hatin' the young gun and get mad at yourself
You criticize all day, your kids love me to death
Your bitch love me the most, your people know where it's at
Cause the buzz done hit the street, niggas, the done is back
Come on, the done is back, your kiki's a bet
I'm still spooned up, great tape in your deck
The done is back, still reppin' Southside
So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you ride
The done is back, your kiki's a bet
I'm still spooned up, great tape in your deck
The done is back, still reppin' Southside
So throw your hands up and hit the roof and you ride
The done is back, the done is back
The done is back, still reppin' Southside
Runnin' in my lights and still swangin' it wide
The done is back
713-CMG
H-Time
H-Time
Yeah, I say the done is back