Lil Keke: Real and fake

Southsi' for li', Young Don in the buildingMy nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it manThis for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the setGet your hustle on, check me out on this oneGet your money mayn, yeah[Hook - 2x]The real keep it real, the fake keep it fakeI got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakesIn the hood posted up, triple beams and weightOn the block at the trap, cause it's money to make[Lil' Keke]I was born in the hood, I was raised on the blockI got love for the streets, and gave it everything I gotSo fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go offI need a half or a thang, but it gotta be softIf them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worthI done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirtIn the trap got lights and water, just to cook to workCutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerkSouthside Houston Texas, my niggaz that's where it's atFrom fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki's and all thatIt's weight by the freight, this the cocaine stateYou know it's heavy heavy cake, if it's Texas plateBig cars big trucks, parked in front of the lotCome up short more than once, and get the glock in your vaultYou know it's open court, so we running fast breakIn the hood posted up, cause it's money to make yeah[Hook - 2x][Chris Ward]We got hood control, we on hood patrolWhile your hood's flooded with silver, our hood is goldPlus our hood's fa sho, we got weight by the poundBut instead of waiting around, we moving that weight aroundWith jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the townSo many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain't breaking 'em downBut the very second we do, go to rocking it upWatch the fiends, cause that's when we go to locking shit upYou see I'm coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller videoActing real silly for do', (for real) really thoughThey'll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shitOpen your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hitNow it's a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dickWhile the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks withSo therefore I'll be at my trap, in or out and aboutGoing hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I'm a hustler[Hook - 2x][H.A.W.K.]See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it realGot drank weight and pills, at some hell of a dealsI'm trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe DevilleWith chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my billsSee whatever I got, gon sellI got clientele, male or female that want it wholesaleWhether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday InnI want mo' mail so go tell, all your friendsI want money and the power, pic-mix and flowerHard white or yellow, or you can get that powderMy hood (my hood), is infested with thugsInfested with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugsWe busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plugAnd we talk face to face, cause the phones are buggedIt ain't no love, we feuding like Crips and BloodsAnd to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud[Hook - 2x]