(*talking*)

Trae, Kee Money, Big Dex

H-A-Dub-K, Lil B, yeah we gon make it

We gon make it, we gon make it

[Trae]

They see me stepping out thoed, Guerilla Maab type thug representing for the side I love

Southside and it ain't gon change, niggas like us gon change the game

With street fame living untamed, in a wide frame drop fin to swang and bang

If a nigga don't know better peep the game, S.U.C. we running thangs

Finna smash me a nigga, I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae

Wrecking this track with H-A-W-K, from the Dead End to the west of Fewquay

Blue on grey is what I'm riding mayn, I'm that Southside type stunner

On these blocks I be a runner, for the plex call me a gunner

Guerilla Maab representative, four 12's in Sedan DeVille

We gon make it that's for real, crank it up while I work my grill

Tilt on a lane and I'm setting it off, see me and my click can't take a loss

Me and Lil B gon break it off, S-L-A-B be wilding out

[Kee Money]

I'm setting it off, in a wide body six hund'

With C-Dub and the Mon, bringing terror like Big Pun

My squad's the bomb, it's play time but never fun

Making bitch niggas run, faster than Michael John'

Hit like Paul Manson, stacking funds with bigger guns

My squad we hundred proof, hauling ass on the loot

Compressed to stay true, from Dead End to the Boot

Snitch niggas to me elite, strapped with plenty heat

Mo' bricks than concrete, watch my lungs release

When I'm puffing on do-do, my cheddar like Velveeta

Make you give me some mo', uh-ohhhhhh

I'm a thug nigga, uh-ohhhhhh

Bending corners on dubs nigga, now do you love nigga

How Kee Money get down, whoa now fo' life

We repping this H-Town, feel me now

C.E.O. of Pay Time, and I gotta hold it down

Staying on my grind, I want mine baby

[Big Dex]

Dead in a line, I got juveniles on the front line

Spitting venom, like reptiles

Locking like grip pliers, we worldwide

Gilla Southside like cell flies, you can't jump us like barbwire

Or cross us like vogue tires, they catch time

Haters get eternally baptized, a thugged out Gomer Pile

I'll walk through a crossfire, fuck a nine to five

I'm pushing birds that don't fly, capping fool's my appetite

Overloading my goldmine, this twelfth round bitch

We hot like bonfires, slaves call me siar

I'm the rap game umpire, spitting lyrical fire

The world is ours, cracking it like a egg and nigga we gon make it

[Hook - 4x]

We gon, make it

We gon make it, we gon make it

[H.A.W.K.]

We gon make it, or take it

Rock it up and shake it, whip it up and bake it

So the laws can't take it, I barred all the trouble

Cruise through the struggle, use Arm-N-Hammer and water

To see my digits double, live lavish and bubble

With the money I made, and now that I'm paid these niggas hate

I'ma rain on they parade, for roaches I use Raid

Or bring the army brigade, clean em out like Cascade

Or put a hole in your fade, ever since the first grade

I been a man on a mission, but no one would listen

And now I get all the attention, nigga stop penny pinching

Get the fuck out my way, while I change the game

Like Sigel and J, nigga what

[Lil B]

I'll never follow I'm a baller, U-Hauler

Prowler on the scene, fog eyes looking mean

DVD's with a monitor screen, my team is gonna make it

Don't hate it take a ounce and break it on up, sip syrup out my cup

On buck not giving a fuck, so what you hoes can move around

Take it out on the South we from H-Town, with a big gun case it's round for round

We gon bust and bust till they all fall down, it's like that

Lil B gon bring hats, S.L.A.B. soldiers on every track

My nigga we did that, step back with all that hating

And faking we riding 4's, now days the boulevard

We skate, and pussy hole penetrating

Leaving all hoes aching, because we gon make it