(feat. Big Hawk & Garcia, Kevo)



[talking:]

Uh yeah, I told you niggaz I had PS2 clarity on tracks

It's Young Fever and Worm, the million dollar connection

Uh you fucking with Presidential, Commission Music Group

And most of all Ghetto Dreams baby, how you think about that one uh



[Hook:]

Presidential, ain't nothing to be fucked with

Commission Music, ain't nothing to be fucked with

Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be fucked with

You come playing games with us, you out of luck bitch

Presidential, ain't nothing to be fucked with

Commission Music, ain't nothing to be fucked with

Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be fucked with

You come playing games with us, goodbye



[Kevo:]

I always had a vision, that I would count cash like the government

A attitude like they like it, I'm fucking loving it

I never fronted niggaz on credit, cancel that brother shit

Hover around another strip playa, you on that other shit

If there's cash outside my set, then I'ma cover it

Beef I put that shit off in the skillet, and smother it

I promised myself to love, not a nan 'nother bitch

I'm a pimp, I will make a hoe house out of covenant

Niggaz fuck around with Fever, and Kevo gon thump ya

In all black, pop right out of the hedges and bump ya

I rack stats and shots and assists, like original Rucker

Your destination is hell, cause heaven don't want ya

They gon find you with your body in the car, head in a dumpster

Hate the flame or the game, cause it plays in a monster

Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa

Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster



[Hook]



[H.A.W.K.:]

With a full head of steam, and a hell of a team

Ghetto Dreams, is a money making machine

I'm chasing a dream, like Karl Malone chasing a ring

By any means, a must that I get this cream

Get that do', and spit that sickening flow

The C.E.O., and you ought to see me flow

You Gusto, the dude from CB4

And with that flow, your shit won't make it out the sto'

On tracks I'm a creature, I'm a smashing feature

Feel these hard 16's, coming through your speakers

I can teach ya, every aspect of the game

From putting it all together, to putting it in them chains

I'm talking change, in large amounts

Coming straight from the streets, to them corporate accounts

That's what counts, and any nigga willing to bet

Who the hell said a thug, can't be an exec



[Hook]



[Lil' Keke:]

Commission Music, call me the franchise player

Touring city to city, with my C's in the air

Done seen plenty battles, 'fore I came out the hood

And I still lead my team, like a quarterback should

And we ain't to be fucked with, we worser than S.W.A.T.

Every year two or three niggaz, on the streets get shot

It's the Young Don nigga, on a hell of a job

Thanks to C.M.G. bitch, we the new black mob

This for the family, so it's mostly for wealth

I started my own label, then I signed myself

You know the street sweepers sweep, on a late night creep

One thang about a killer, he bring it just where you sleep

And it's 7-1-3, my nigga we still holding now

Still pimping bitches, my game is called polar bear

Multiplying game, get cash any and everywhere

Busting off talk, my pistol play is never fair



[Hook]