(feat. Lil' Keke)


[Hook x2:]

We third coast, all about our feddy bleed the block and get ghost

Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat

We ain't riding, on no horses down here

We get it how we live, that's why it go down round here


[Z-Ro:]

We Third Coast and I'm a soldier united, for the cash

Daily I be ducking the law, be consistently clocking cash

Moving fast I'm running around, looking over my shoulder burning up use my cash

Wonder my a.c. tell em on E, burning up my gas

I'm just a G, everybody in the streets know me

I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B

They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw fast or slow dog

It just took a little time for me to shine, and get up in the game and roll dog

Now I'm full grown like H-Town be the AIDS, Z-Ro done got full blown

Then I stood up in the ring, and a nigga done bit the dust but the bill got pulled on

And I'll super-soak the crowd, if I have to

Nothing but Benjamin faces I be after, then I get ghost like casper

Don't work then don't eat, play the game but don't cheat

Cause trying to get it up out my stash, I'll have you falling to your knees

Please, respect all of us less fortunate G's

Cause we coming up from selling ki's, to straight selling c.d.'s


[Hook x2]


[Lil' Keke:]

I get it how I live, that's why I'm thugging to death

I'm one deep up in the houpe, cause I ain't gon tell on myself

Houston Texas is my city, and I love it the most

And when the FEDs come to town, you know a nigga get ghost

I'm still on my post, cause I can sleep when I'm dead

I got the hustle going strong, when you niggaz in bed

They scared, but homie ain't no future in that

I'm a G from the streets, so I don't run with a pack

Different strokes for different folks, purple drink and the smoke

And you know I grind for the cash, when you at home broke

I work for the feddy, I push it and stay ready

The frame on the slab, is wide and real heavy

Niggaz in the hood, I'ma pass em the torch

I been a motherfucking fool, since I jumped off the porch

For real, I'm going to the top this year

Dirty South is a beast, it go down round here


[Hook x2]


[Z-Ro:]

Go on and put me for a show, I want ten grand plus half the do'

No sub in the front just plain Z-Ro, not a substitute cause I ain't gone go 

Nowhere life is hard but it's fair, living my life like I don't care

Look at my feelings when they get wet, they tend to stare

Don't make no sudden move, just might be a sudden death

These characters think they bulletproof, but evidently cat must not of been blessed

A victory for me, another victim of the mighty Southside

Got everybody running back off in the house, and scared to come back outside

Radio stations recognize, getting my regular thousand times

Hate me off that corner, Z-Ro tired of feeling nickels and dimes

The definition of a hustler, Houston Texas we bleed the block

Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop, can't stop


[Hook x2]