South Sea of Philea
Young Don in the building
My nigga C-Weezy
H.A. Doug
This how we do it, man
It's for the hoods, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set
Get your hustle on
Check me out on this one, get your money, man
Yeah
The real keep it real
The fake keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood, post it up, triple beans and weight
On the block, at the trap, cause it's money to make
Yeah, the real keep it real
The fake keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood, post it up, triple beans and weight
On the block, at the trap, cause it's money to make
I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block
I got love for the streets, it gave me everything I got
So * what you heard, nigga, the kid go off
I need a hand for a thing, but it gotta be soft
If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worth
I done came a long way from shooting marbles in the dirt
I done came a long way from shooting marbles in the dirt

In the trap, got lights and water just to cook to work
Cuttin' chunks out the duck, rock stars go berserk
Southside, Houston, Texas, my niggas, that's where it's at
From 50-packs to drop sacks to quarter keys and all that
It's weighed by the freight, this the cocaine state
You know it's heavy, heavy cake if it's Texas plate
Big cars, big trucks parked in front of the lot
Come up short more than once and get the Glock in your phone
You know it's open court, so we runnin' fast break
In the hood, post it up, cause it's money to make
Yeah, the real keep it real
The fake keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood, post it up, triple beams and weight
On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make
Yeah, the real keep it real
The fake keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood, post it up, triple beams and weight
On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make
We got hood control, we on hood patrol
While your hood's flooded with silver and our hood is gold
Plus our hood's for show, we got weight by the pound
But instead of waitin' around, we movin' that weight around
We're judges, we're judges, we're judges
That's law and purpose, how we rapin' the town
So many stangs for things after time, we ain't breakin' them down
But the very second we do go to rockin' it up
Watch your fiends, cause that's when we go to lockin' * up
You'll see them comin' through here lookin' like Mike in that Thriller video
Actin' real silly for dope, for real, really dope
They'll be standin' on they tippy toes, dancin' and *
Hopin' you'll chunk em' once, to see how fast it enhances they hit
Now it's a fact, most of them love suckin' that glass dick
While the rest love that black tar to shoot up they tracks
So therefore, I be at my trap
In or out in the power, goin' hard
With all my friends, with all my friends
Tie the downstatin' up clout for my vote, cause I'm a hustler
Yeah, the real keep it real, the fake keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood, post it up, triple beans in weight
On the block, at the trap, cause it's money to make
Yeah, the real keep it real, the fake keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood, post it up, triple beans in weight
On the block, at the trap, cause it's money to make
See the fake, keep it fake
Yeah, the real keep it real
Got drank waiting pills and some hella bad deals
I'm tryna get me a
Tryin' to get that coupe to veal with chrome dock wheels
And catch up on a few of my bills
See, whatever I got gon' sell
I got clientele, male and female that want it wholesale
Whether it's hotel or motel or Holiday Inn
I want more mail, so go tell all your friends
I want money in the power, cake mix and flour
Hard white or yellow, you can get that power
My hood, my hood's infested with thugs, infested with drugs
Niggas movin' pints and jugs, we bustin' them slugs
Got doctors pullin' the blood
And we talk face to face, cause the phone's a bug
It ain't no love, we do them like crimps and blood
And to keep a lover head, I gotta smoke good buzz
The real, keep it real, the fake, keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight
On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make
Yeah, the real, keep it real, the fake, keep it fake
I got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight
On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make

*, cause there's money to make