Dusk 2 Dawn
B-Legit/Lil' Keke
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Bosses meet up again
Real bosses man, call all major shots man
Make connections, do what we do
Check it, let's dig that
I'm a bad ass black boy, remember that boy
Stripes and hella medals, I mash in every ghetto
The pedal, to the flo', Phillie in my mouth
Roley in my wrist, with a bitch down South
She got a big butt, girl won't you back that up
Know your lips wanna hit what be up in my cup
I'll have you stuck leanin, prayin to God
One minute you'll be in it, next minute you not
And it's the boss baby, known to make things strange
And the sicker be the nigga, the sicker the game
Figure we done changed from 'caine to bustin raps
To niggas that be gettin they scrilla so fuck with that
Pack a big gat, for these princess cuts
Got these Houston hard headed niggas backin me up
Know they rackin me up, and stackin me up
And when push come to shove, it's Southwest love
I'm the boss of the hoss, refuse to take a loss
Six figures to pay the cost, I'm strapped with Nita Ross
It's from dusk to dawn, night to morn it's on
Let the pen do the talkin, at the end of the song
Cause it's one, make 'em understand you the man
Two, put away a couple hundred grand
Three, keep all the eyes on me
And four, let 'em know I'm runnin the show boy
Ball above the average, flash all our carats
Remy Keke, and Legit the Savage
Now the Lex I'mma smash, hit the dubs gon' spin
I'm easin in, shinin like blue leons
Tucci and Pokey right behind me in the Benz
Ten limos, with fifty of my friends
$Hort got the dough, you got a hundred to spend?
If so cop a sack playa, quit stressin
Pull up at Roxy, jammed out E-I-E
Poppin Dom P with dough, clappin BET
In the V.I.P., where the bosses be
Look like it's costin me, but this livin is tax-free
Runnin the show, call me the head honcho
Roll the carpet down the flo', when I enter the do'
Everything I say go, you know I'm mob related
America's most hated, and highly investigated
Mouthpiece contaminated, I'm lethal for real
Watch the twenty inches peel, sittin on stainless steel
In the 6 grippin wheel, with the top reclined
Both wrists diamond lined, niggas know I'mma shine
One of a kind, bound to leave a stain in your mind
Boys tuckin they piece, cause mine leavin 'em blind
Each and everytime, I'mma damage your dome
Cause my pen does the talkin, at the end of the song
I'm the boss of the hoss, refuse to take a loss
Six figures to pay the cost, I'm strapped with Nita Ross
It's from dusk to dawn, night to morn it's on
Let the pen do the talkin, at the end of the song
Cause it's one, make 'em understand you the man
Two, put away a couple hundred grand
Three, keep all the eyes on me
And four, let 'em know I'm runnin the show boy
You can have the rough stride, but don't come no closer
I'm ballin out the park like McGwire and Sosa
Pimpin pens, got me collectin ends and ridin Benz
Dividends and friends, this for my kin
Poppin in paper stacks, I'm Don Keke
Bar none and fade 'em all, so won't you TNT Lee
Multiply by three, when you speak of my cash
Let the high cappers flash, I continue to mash
I'm on the gas, the highway, makin money my way
Steady be puttin it down, from Monday to Friday
Get your shit together, cause we fabulous
Ballin outta control, and they mad at us
We got the cheddar the chips the cabbage, plus the cream
The trill niggas the killers the hitters, on the team
If you ever disrespect, the real nigga it's on
Let the pen do the talkin, at the end of the song
How many niggas in this shit, know who's alive
Quit playin in the game, the game is sho' shine
How many niggas in this shit, know who's alive
Quit playin in the game, the game is sho' shine
We the ones nigga, we the ones gettin it
We the ones nigga, we the ones gettin it
Cause we some rich men