Lyricist

[Verse 1: Lil Keith]
Saddle up, get broke the fuck off
Well my buck, get the sawed-off
Was what I used to rock
And I pop holes in ya Chevy block
But I keep it real, with my peeps
Tnt they be playin for keeps
They got all my people sleepin in tents
But it was just me givin' my two cents
Can I expand? can I feel the crowd?
You might say my vocals are up too loud
With the heads that be holdin it down
Bang-bang I shot you down, don't fuck with the H-Town
You can't fuck with Lil Keith now
And if you can't relate to this shit right here
Of the Old Testament to make things clear
Quiet Money, thats what eatin's all about
Kinda gritty so they holler out
His feet hurting he must of got a fuckin gout
Cause I'll be havin' hypocrite niggas balls hangin'
From the ward, its ward bangin'
Y'all niggas can eat a big black dick
And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick
That's it five more minutes and that's it
Body on the concrete and his head split
Play that bass and i'm ready to spit
Bitch i'm gettin hits i'm a lyricist
Terms of endearment, fresh like Wrigley Spearmint
I ain't rich, so the streets is my blueprint
Respect ya for not me I be superficial
Napalm is the new shit, man, the Team's official
I'm not the batman, but I'm the man that's black
Plus my own two make it a full six-pack
Your oppressor and aggressor, the voice of freedom
This is my house, my crib, my kingdom
Your a fake yourself, and fuck your wealth
But I can't fuck pussy that's bad for my health
No goin' out, I like to stay in my damn room
He moves the crowd like a cursor on Doom

[Verse 2: Lil Keith]
Ayo its Jo', spit artifacts but ain't your flow
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I don't really give a fuck about you haters though
Try to show up in Vegas and you drown slow
I'll even get the big nigga with the big ass fro
Kids need to chill and resign, don't waste your time
Any mountain that you put me in front of, I climb
Now you flaunt in your backs and your fronts
Rollin bats with the zig-zags before we knew about the blunts
Now if I drive a Mack truck through your house
His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
If you really wanna ride, baby you can ride me
Giving sight to the blind enabling them to see