[talking] 

Check it out man, it's that old school shit man 

We going all the way back man, 9-2 style 

Screw man, I'm light this here for you man 

I know you up there looking down, saying man hold up man 

This shit legendary man, Chuck T ha-ha 

You know this H-Town the Young Don, 7-1-3 

It was a dream, C.M.G. my click 

We so screwed up man, this Texas check it 



[Lil' Keke] 

I started this dream, back in 1992 

We started this dream, Fat Pat-DJ Screw 

We did it for the click, we did it for the hood 

We did it for the South, we did it cause we could 

It's the Young Don, and I'm bringing it back 

And I'm still on the grind, and I'm all about my stacks 

I'm all about that crack, I'm all about the green 

You can get a thang, if ya got sixteen 

Give me that money, and I'll still make it go 

Southside young G, I still rap it slow 

It's screwed up Texas, it's Screwed Up Click 

A lot of niggaz hating, they still riding dick 

We bring it back for Texas, we bring it back for Houston 

Rocking backdo' twice, now they call it Two-ston 

Thta's the old shit, we still bumper kit 

Southside Commission, rich click so legit 



Back then '96, hoes on my dick 

I'm riding up the slab, thinking bout the Screw Click 

We started this flow, we started this rap 

Now boys talking down, trying to push us off the map 

I'ma set it straight, with the freestyle flow 

I came real hard, but they said I was a hoe 

I'm back to set it straight, ain't never been a bitch 

That's why I'm candy red 84's, sitting up on a switch 

I do it for my hood, I do it for my block 

I do it cause I can, and I use to sell rocks 

I use to sell ounces, I use to sell bricks 

I wouldn't give a damn, still hollin' at that Stick 

Cause day one niggaz, gotta call them G's 

Niggaz in the streets, still trying to push ki's 

I push c.d.'s, I do it for the 8 

That's how I put this state on the plates, for the Texas state 

I move weight, and I'm on the block hard 

It's the Young Don, bitch gon get my card 

Niggaz still talking, my freestyle crazy 

The trunk steady yawning, it's looking like it's lazy 

Old school rap, old school flow 

It's the Young Don, and the drank I'm bout to po' 

I'm pouring up a six, I'm still in the mix 

Rocks up on my wrist, got these haters off my list 



I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe 

I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe 

I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe 

I let her pour the drank, I let her roll the dro 

I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe 

I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe 

I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe 

I let her pour the drank, I let her roll the dro 

I'm on the highway, that's that I-10 

You know the Young Don, I still be trying to win 

I got them bitches boy, I keep 'em on the grind 

I keep 'em breaking off they papers, if they wanna shine 

I get that money nigga, I still be packing trigga 

I'm bout that Southside gangsta shit, I'm getting bigger 

It's 2005, I still be going live 

And cause I'm up in my streets, only the strong survive 

I do it S.U.C., oh yeah this C.M.G. 

A lot of niggaz talking, but they know the game free 

The c.d.'s cake, you know it's all a pay 

It's going down, and I keep my click all in shape 

I got my money mayn, I still be gripping grain 

It's 16-5, if you wanna get a thang 

You know it's Texas heat, we gotta run the street 

And I be still wrecking freestyles, on South beats 

Ok this Chuck T, ok it's going down 

It's 7-1-3, repping for that H-Town 

Ok we out of bounds, we still be moving crack 

I got them soldiers in the back, and they might break ya back 

Ok I gotta stack, I gotta get my cake 

It's coming down, and I'm still bout to let it break 

I break a bitch off, I represent the South 

It's bout a hundred fucking diamonds, off up in my mouth 



[talking] 

Chuck T nigga, South Carolina to 7-1-3 

Real freestyle no pen no pad, holla back