Make Em' Break It

[Intro: Lil' Keke]

Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........

[verse 1: Juvenile, Birdman & Lil Keke]

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

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?

[Chorus: Lil Keke]

[Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie.....]

(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)

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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.......

[Chorus: Lil Keke]

[Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie.....]

(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)

[Outro: Lil Keke]

(Shake it mama

Shake it papi 4X)

(This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys 8x)