Make Em' Break It (feat. Baby, Juvenile, Turk) Lyrics

[Lil' Keke] Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........ [Juvenile] My nigga,my motherfuckin',my wodie-May'ron My people like used to be runnin' with up in uptown What I see now the game ain't for me to be in So I'm pretend cause niggas can't (?) (?) Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings Cause niggas trippin' they really think that they could win I ain't wit dat, I'ont even want em' around I'm a 2x loser, one more time they go around me [Baby](Lil' Keke) Wodie, platinum pieces increases Nigga we the Denver Broncos of this rappin' season Fuck dapters,Clappin season Nigga wanna be a baller..playboy in nappy season I'm the motherfuckin' shot caller CMB be the reason we toting they heads makin' money We cooking bacon,fuck the bullshit we money makin'' Bitch nigga daughter breakin' Put yo money on the table playboy You can't fake it (Wodie) How we luv that? (Metalic Voice) (These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it These are the Hot Boys if not they'll take it,shake it These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make em,break it) [Turk] I just don't give a fuck either I live or I die Until then I'm going all out and don't ask why Untamed guerilla,hard head and don't listen, Magnolia soldiers standing black two pistols by myself When I come and get ya When I'm full of that dope nigga,I'ma split ya Lil' Turk bout gun play and any day nigga whatever Light or daytime it really don't matter I'm a Hot Boy fo' sho' I'm bout' riding, I leave yo head bust nigga When I start Firing [Lil' Keke'] Wodie,Woody,Wodie All the playas in th club-try to bounce to dis Throw yo roley in the air-smoke an ounce to dis Its Lil' Keke comission out so lonely CMG's And now Cash Money,now u hoes feeeling me? Its going now from Michi to Uptown wit clowns Smoke a pound e-ve-ry these haters they buying out When I come around ,I know a scene wit bassment Strictly paper chasing Indo we raising, for info we wrote it in pens wit green letters With tha tasting its (?) Blue or Gold or better its whatever Creeping the pen-a freestyle Thats a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake Lil' keke and the Hot Boys We some worldwide players from the dirty south Diamonds,Gametes and rocks all up in my eye This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...nigga Woody Wodie Woody....... (Shake it mama Shake it papi 4X) (This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys 8x)