Out Of Luck-Lil' Keke/Kevo

(feat. Big Hawk & Garcia, Kevo) [talking:] Uh yeah, I told you niggaz I had PS2 clarity on tracks It's Young Fever and Worm, the million dollar connection Uh you f**king with Presidential, Commission Music Group And most of all Ghetto Dreams baby, how you think about that one uh [Hook:] Presidential, ain't nothing to be f**ked with Commission Music, ain't nothing to be f**ked with Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be f**ked with You come playing games with us, you out of luck bitch Presidential, ain't nothing to be f**ked with Commission Music, ain't nothing to be f**ked with Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be f**ked with You come playing games with us, goodbye [Kevo:] I always had a vision, that I would count cash like the government A attitude like they like it, I'm f**king loving it I never fronted niggaz on credit, cancel that brother shit Hover around another strip playa, you on that other shit If there's cash outside my set, then I'ma cover it Beef I put that s**t off in the skillet, and smother it I promised myself to love, not a nan 'nother bitch I'm a pimp, I will make a hoe house out of covenant Niggaz f**k around with Fever, and Kevo gon thump ya In all black, pop right out of the hedges and bump ya I rack stats and shots and assists, like original Rucker Your destination is hell, cause heaven don't want ya They gon find you with your body in the car, head in a dumpster Hate the flame or the game, cause it plays in a monster Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster [Hook] [H.A.W.K.:] With a full head of steam, and a hell of a team Ghetto Dreams, is a money making machine I'm chasing a dream, like Karl Malone chasing a ring By any means, a must that I get this cream Get that do', and spit that sickening flow The C.E.O., and you ought to see me flow You Gusto, the dude from CB4 And with that flow, your s**t won't make it out the sto' On tracks I'm a creature, I'm a smashing feature Feel these hard 16's, coming through your speakers I can teach ya, every aspect of the game From putting it all together, to putting it in them chains I'm talking change, in large amounts Coming straight from the streets, to them corporate accounts That's what counts, and any n***a willing to bet Who the hell said a thug, can't be an exec [Hook] [Lil' Keke:] Commission Music, call me the franchise player Touring city to city, with my C's in the air Done seen plenty battles, 'fore I came out the hood And I still lead my team, like a quarterback should And we ain't to be f**ked with, we worser than S.W.A.T. Every year two or three niggaz, on the streets get shot It's the Young Don nigga, on a hell of a job Thanks to C.M.G. bitch, we the new black mob This for the family, so it's mostly for wealth I started my own label, then I signed myself You know the street sweepers sweep, on a late night creep One thang about a killer, he bring it just where you sleep And it's 7-1-3, my n***a we still holding now Still pimping bitches, my game is called polar bear Multiplying game, get cash any and everywhere Busting off talk, my pistol play is never fair [Hook]