South Sea of PhileaYoung Don in the buildingMy nigga C-WeezyH.A. DougThis how we do it, manIt's for the hoods, for the traps, for the blocks, for the setGet your hustle onCheck me out on this one, get your money, manYeahThe real keep it realThe fake keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood, post it up, triple beans and weightOn the block, at the trap, cause it's money to makeYeah, the real keep it realThe fake keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood, post it up, triple beans and weightOn the block, at the trap, cause it's money to makeI was born in the hood, I was raised on the blockI got love for the streets, it gave me everything I gotSo * what you heard, nigga, the kid go offI need a hand for a thing, but it gotta be softIf them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worthI done came a long way from shooting marbles in the dirtI done came a long way from shooting marbles in the dirtIn the trap, got lights and water just to cook to workCuttin' chunks out the duck, rock stars go berserkSouthside, Houston, Texas, my niggas, that's where it's atFrom 50-packs to drop sacks to quarter keys and all thatIt's weighed by the freight, this the cocaine stateYou know it's heavy, heavy cake if it's Texas plateBig cars, big trucks parked in front of the lotCome up short more than once and get the Glock in your phoneYou know it's open court, so we runnin' fast breakIn the hood, post it up, cause it's money to makeYeah, the real keep it realThe fake keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood, post it up, triple beams and weightOn the block at the trap, cause it's money to makeYeah, the real keep it realThe fake keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood, post it up, triple beams and weightOn the block at the trap, cause it's money to makeWe got hood control, we on hood patrolWhile your hood's flooded with silver and our hood is goldPlus our hood's for show, we got weight by the poundBut instead of waitin' around, we movin' that weight aroundWe're judges, we're judges, we're judgesThat's law and purpose, how we rapin' the townSo many stangs for things after time, we ain't breakin' them downBut the very second we do go to rockin' it upWatch your fiends, cause that's when we go to lockin' * upYou'll see them comin' through here lookin' like Mike in that Thriller videoActin' real silly for dope, for real, really dopeThey'll be standin' on they tippy toes, dancin' and *Hopin' you'll chunk em' once, to see how fast it enhances they hitNow it's a fact, most of them love suckin' that glass dickWhile the rest love that black tar to shoot up they tracksSo therefore, I be at my trapIn or out in the power, goin' hardWith all my friends, with all my friendsTie the downstatin' up clout for my vote, cause I'm a hustlerYeah, the real keep it real, the fake keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood, post it up, triple beans in weightOn the block, at the trap, cause it's money to makeYeah, the real keep it real, the fake keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood, post it up, triple beans in weightOn the block, at the trap, cause it's money to makeSee the fake, keep it fakeYeah, the real keep it realGot drank waiting pills and some hella bad dealsI'm tryna get me aTryin' to get that coupe to veal with chrome dock wheelsAnd catch up on a few of my billsSee, whatever I got gon' sellI got clientele, male and female that want it wholesaleWhether it's hotel or motel or Holiday InnI want more mail, so go tell all your friendsI want money in the power, cake mix and flourHard white or yellow, you can get that powerMy hood, my hood's infested with thugs, infested with drugsNiggas movin' pints and jugs, we bustin' them slugsGot doctors pullin' the bloodAnd we talk face to face, cause the phone's a bugIt ain't no love, we do them like crimps and bloodAnd to keep a lover head, I gotta smoke good buzzThe real, keep it real, the fake, keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood posted up, triple beams and weightOn the block at the trap, cause it's money to makeYeah, the real, keep it real, the fake, keep it fakeI got rocks, I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood posted up, triple beams and weightOn the block at the trap, cause it's money to make*, cause there's money to make