(feat. Z-Ro, Thug Dirt)



[Hook]

We gon get em ready to rock (let's let em rock)

Give it up for your city, your sets, hoods and your blocks

We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll)

All our people that be hustling, and trying to make a knot

 

[Thug Dirt]

We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint

With a strawberry filly, in the Expo getting bent

Got a eight, of that Oh-No

Tell Ro to bring some Sprite, tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do-do

Fa sho keep it real, represent your town

Your cities your states your sets, hoods where you clown

Gangstas get your thug on, pimps get your hoes on

Or riding big 20's, like a school zone

I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro'

Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars, a marble flo'

On the Southside of Houston, you can find me off of Scott

Delivered with heat, that keep the whole hood hot

 

[Hook x2]

 

[Lil' Keke]

Represent for your city your block, get you a glock

Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop

Gotta hustle and maintain, spit lyrics that bring flames

Refocus your brain frame, this life in the fast lane

Travel the game as a soldier, plus I'm a rich man

Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man

Pound for pound, built this shit from the ground

Any city any town, staying ten toes down

Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3

Paper or change out of range, these niggas know me

Hotter than fish grease, a slice of the big piece

We mobbing in this game, so these haters gon feel me

Pressure don't fade us, these rap hits made us

Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us

Fronting and stunting, better take that mask off

Crush rocks down is the market, a glass house

 

[Hook x2]

 

[Z-Ro]

Got soldiers block to block, worldwide connected

Don't mess with the young and the restless, that'll be your exit

Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes

When a nigga be tongue flipping, they say we can't understand you Ro

You niggas listening too slow, cause I ain't gon lie I go off

And I go so hard I see my depth, before I ever go soft

I'm like a walking talking X pill, I rise boys up

But if boys cross me I kidnap boys, and I tie boys up

I'm about my P-A-P-E-R, pulling them C-A-P-E-R's

Still running off in them houses, coming out with TV VCR

Gotta go get it and come back with it, if I can't get it where I'm at

Ery'body everywhere be doing that there, just to keep they pockets fat

In break-yourself Texas, rappers run and receive they do'

Cause niggas with short arms and deep pockets, be CEO

Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it, then you hearing Ro verse

Fuck around and duck when you should of jumped, then you can be in your hearse

 

[Hook x2]