[talking]

Get your money, get your cash young nigga

This for them gangsta niggaz, this for them gangstas

The Young Don, don't get it twisted

I'm from day one, I'm a throwback gangsta nigga ha-ha



[Lil' Keke]

It's been a long time, and ain't no sense in me lying

But if you looking for a gangsta, I ain't hard to find

Switch the CEO, in the 2-thee-fo'

But I'm straight up out the hood, handling shit like a pro

I was born on the streets, I was raised on the block

I was really on the cut, with a mouth full of rocks

You niggaz faking, bumping bout your street glory

But my days in the hood, is a true story

I was 18, with my freestyle skills

Then in 1997, sold a hundred for real

Check the soundscan, man my stats legit

Was the first solo act, out the Screwed Up Click

Don't get it twisted, boys gon continue to hate

Sold fifty thousand tapes, out of Screw front gate

I'm a pioneer, and no need for plexers

Made five million dollars, in the state of Texas



[Hook]

I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar

I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar

I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar

And tell these hating niggaz, we don't owe they ass nothing

I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar

I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar

I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar

And tell these silly hoes, that we still don't love 'em



[Lil' Keke]

You can call it what you want, I pull's up on hoes

From the Lex to the truck, to the Lac on 4's

You niggaz bumping, steady out here riding my dick

Steady talking bout the slab, and you ain't rolled shit

I push candy, 20's and SUV's

Had some of your bitches, getting off they knees

You niggaz socializing, but I paved the way

And I'm always present, on show-up day

I get's props and respect man, wherever I be

But I'm a walking living legend, down in 7-1-3

Plus I'm low to the flo', when I'm making a move

Bank account sitting fat, I ain't got nothing to prove

Get your weight up niggaz, when you come to the wood

Get your plate brought to ya, steady thinking it's good

CMG got the rock, and we living a dream

And I'm right behind ya nigga, quarterbacking the team what



[Hook]



[Lil' Keke]

Down in H-Town, I'm prolly smoking a pound

We get it rocking get it popping, at the lyricists lounge

Ain't no bullshitting, we clocking nothing but loot

I'm trying to tear the wall down, when I'm up in the booth

This for them gangsta niggaz, this for the gangstas

I'm a soldier from the hood, so my stripes outrank ya

8100 block, and we known to bust ya

My hands stay dirty, I'm a throwback hustler

Music still dropping, them boys still plotting

The caine still popping, them FED's still watching

Controlled now, and the checks look lifty

Three hundred thousand, multiply 8-60

And it's legit, you know that's big boy shit

So I'm a rapping motherfucker, and I just can't quit

CMG nigga, and it's a brand new year

Get off my dick young man, tell your bitch to come here



[Hook]



[talking]

Uh-huh the Young Don, yes sir

I'm back up at ya, CEO style coming straight at ya

Out the motherfucking lyricists lounge

My nigga C-Mo, put this one here down

Ya know, the Young Don is back I ain't charging shit

Bitches got bad credit with me out here

I'm coming to get it move over, sitting tall ya know

Seven hundred thousand, independent sold

See me nigga I'm telling ya, check the soundscan

All my stats legit nigga, I'm the CEO they got to see me though

Know I'm saying, 0-4/0-5 check us