Freestyle - Lil Keke, 50/50 Twin, Ginny B

Professionals Entertainment, and Roc-4Roc you bitch

What up H-A-Dub, y’all be on the look out for that S.U.C.

album

The Take Over, dropping this summer

We ain’t playing no games, with you niggas

2005 to 2010, we running this shit

It’s the Southern region governot, infiltrating every block

Soft hard rock for rock, a force in this hip-hop

Destination is the top, everything I spit is hot

Every chick I hit is hot, everything you want I got

I’m calling motherfuckers out, that’s just the bottom line

Vocab and punch lines, blowing motherfuckers minds

I’m real bout my grind, I’m real with my rhyme

I’m real bout everythang, a real nigga gon shine

My life’s in the Lord’s hand, and I fear no man

I grind and stay praying, in Jesus name amen

H.A.W.K.

is the nickname, the flow is sick mayn

Real lunatic mayn, a hot boy like Lil' Wayne

Spit flames and give game, and don’t mix with no name

No shame in my game, jump fly I take aim

Bang-bang I shot you down, don’t fuck around with H-Town

Coming soon to your town, and shut that motherfucker down

50/50, ay…

News travel fast, but the Jag travel quicker

See me I make the news, if I had a little liquor

If I pop my trunk, not your average lil' kickers

Six 18's, on three amps when it lift up

You do Lamborghinis, so I got a plan blood

On my whip, the back two slide like van doors

Pop more tops, than Budweiser and Coors

Set up shop in your spot, make more than a landlord

Confident am I, keep it confidential

Try to jack cause you lack, I confront your dentures

I get money by the mile, you a bunch of inches

They like eachother, if I’m amongst a bunch of bitches

Number 1 Stunner on my arm, I use to hustle to Baby

You take do' you made, from your hustle to ladies

I’m so sure, you the type that lucked up and made it

70's was pretty raw, but it can’t fuck with the 80's

Say we 80's babies, are so damn belligerent

Movies like Colors, and Scarface is stealing them

Two chains I’m stealing them, house that I’m stealing him

And leave his bitch ass with fifty cent, like Eminem

Another hit, up out the motherfucking gutter

This the one you bang in your trunk, when you glide on cutters

Females collide with the rubbers, slab slide like butter

Just witness none other, than the bonified hustler

Diamonds against the wood, got em blind from the luster

Dime broads from every background, when I fuck her

A mack in my own right, put it down from the Bucker

Leave a block with the work, push it down to you cluckers

If you ain’t making no ends on the grind, you’s a sucker

I’m making my soul glow, with all the shine I could muster

A 45 tucker, nine mili' make em suffer

For niggas that’s out of line, you’s a fool out of luck’a

Pull the tool out the tucker, ain’t no jive ass shucker

Turn a stand-up dude, to a hit the ground ducker

If you ain’t knowing by now, then I be the introducter

It’s agent W-K, Ankaman and 50 fucker