Down But Not Out

(*talking*) They thought, we was down and out Nigga we up like a motherfucker, on feet Believe that punk, Fat Rat said that [Lil' Keke] I'm in the water trying to swim, but my chance is slim I was born not to fold, and let it swallow me whole I cross these H-Town streets, but I've been ten toes in How many independent rappers, really eating off their ends And I rap vicious, you false and perticious I'm true to my riches, it's money over bitches And I'm down never out, so I came with a new plan Now I'm on a fast break, laying it with my left hand I play the game day for day, cause it's costing These niggas like snails in the street, and they salty I watch 'em melt, as the pain is felt And I go fishing in the pond, with the cards I'm dealt We entertain for a living, S.U.C. on fire I'm the teflon Don, independent empire Now the fo' do' truck, is 24's with buttons South Park-Herschelwood, I done came from nothing yeah (*talking*) S.U.C., we might be down W ain't never out, believe that [H.A.W.K.] I spit verses, like M-16's And pounce on top of niggas, like trampalenes It's just in my jeans, flows through my bloodstream I must fulfill, Fat Pat's ghetto dream I'm in between, a rock and a hard place I spit 16's, that rock over hard bass And when you see my face, you know you seen the best yet A seasoned vet, a beast like Garnett I ain't wanted yet, but that won't stop a nigga Get in my way, I'ma break you off proper nigga I'm grinding mayn, trying to make my name bigger I wanna leave the game, on top of Jigga I know niggas hating, but those are my aspirations I'm on a battlefield, with scars and asserations My mind elevating, my flow is ice cold I got the heart of T.O., in the Super Bowl It's fourth and goal, so please give me the rock I wanna certify my place, up in hip-hop And when my shit drop, I'ma squash all talk The next name you'll be screaming, is Big H.A.W.K (*talking*) Mo'fuckers act, like they don't know what time it is It's our time to shine, get the fuck up outta here E to the S to the G Big H.A.W.K., Lil' Ke, Poke and Mike D [E.S.G.] Down South getting money, but some road blocking The mo' they run they mouth, that's my hoes I stick my cock in Underground bully, I ain't settling for less One mic one chopper, one brick in the vest Bout to turn your city round, by word of mouth Atlanta Falcons in my sofa, yep it's birds in my couch Rap game vet, I spit a lot of bars Independent entrepreneur, I made a lot of stars This the real house yeah, you niggas play the back I'm past hogg status, call me razor back Hollywood to the hood, on the block you can find me Spitting flows in the booth, like Screw was behind me I know H.A.W.K. was there, Mike D and that Poke Grace, Den, Ke and Ro, Big Moe fa sho There's too many to name, so I'ma leave it at that You ain't a real Screwed Up Click, if you ain't roll with Fat Pat So nigga back back, I'll leave ya dick in the dirt E.S.G. won't back up, my reverse don't work See I'm selling one-way tickets, to ride in a hearse Rappers wanna play gangsta, get fly in ya verse Oh no no love, so fuck it in this song It's E.S to the G, and Lil' 3rd riding chrome Putting it fucking down, for the Screwed Up Click So all ya fake niggas, stop riding our dick g'eah [Mike D] Man who hold ya down, like a real nigga 'pose to From via Monte, to hardtop pochious Kool-Aid'ing on yachts, where everythang is cosure Cotail derrik, viewing the ocean It's me and my bitch, I'm holding ya down You know I got ya back, and I keep that fo' pound I'd ride for my niggas, I'd die for my niggas It's Screwed Up Click, I can't lie my nigga Boss Hogg Corleone, I'm rolling with 3rd I'ma hold that nigga down, nigga that's my word (*talking*) Yeah, believe that Corleone E.S.G., Big H.A.W.K., Keke Lil' 3rd, Screwed Up Click [Lil' 3rd] I got the fire in my eyes, and the heat in my heart Some'ing like a Lord in war, it's unbeatable boy My shoes too fly, you ain't beating me boy Half a brick purple smoke, and the heat in the car Watch what ya saying pimp, when ya greeting me boy Cause I'm a young veteran, you ain't seen what I saw Mack match bust heads, razor cuts to the jaw 42 pounds and 64, bricks in the drawer Clit hitting getting head, if I ain't playing it raw And shorty I don't just want head, I wanna skeet in your jaw I want ya to imitate, that old drunk at the bar Cause they ain't wanna fuck with me, till they think I'm a star Got stress in my head, for my brother in Bed's And my cousin D-5, they all locked in the FED's I feel it woulda never happened, if I had mo' bread They put 'em all on my back, but I just got two legs I guess I'm sick of brainstorming, I got down two heads Trying to scramble to plug along, like I cook to eggs And I never kiss ass, just to make no ends I'ma keep it one hundred, as the world spins yeah