50/50 Twin feat. Trae - I Hold My Own

[Hook - 2x]
I hold my own, I ain't worried bout you
M-O-E is what it is, when I do what I do
Money over everything, except family and God
Heater on my lap, swanging down the boulevard

[Trae]
I never knew that it would be later, but I'm living proof
Fo' clips and a click of gorillas, can show the world the Truth
So they say my attitude, is the reason I won't make it out Houston Texas
I'm a Asshole to the death, huh better leave me in Houston Texas
I ride for the one and only, Mr. Robert Davis
Who A.K.A. the King of the H, so you niggaz know who the greatest
Don't make me watch what happened, it ain't no more doing no songs
Until they give that at me touched, and I still feel like you in the wrong
They better get back cause I'm back in the zone, I pack chrome blown
no better give me my space
Unless you wanna see em I get deep when I'm about to click, giving hands
to your face
Ain't too much, niggaz done got me back to the corner ready to for the mail
I wanna get to heaven, but right now I'm still creeping through hell
That's why it's finna be drama, till the day that I decide
That I'm sick of giving em drama, niggaz gon learn
A arrogant Asshole, can really be a problem to motherfuckers
Empty the clip, and get to squabbing you motherfuckers for real

[Hook - 2x]

[Trae]
Don't get beside yourself nigga, unless you wanna suffer the consequence
I promise you bout to get beat the fuck up, for trying to push your confidence
The pain is a given, but still I choose to play it even against the odds
I'ma be one to take the chance, put these niggaz off in they place like broads
Half of the time, it be the hate to make these niggaz think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta, now they ass scared to get by ya
Gorillas don't play, even amongst eachother we gon be
Fuck around and I call the coach, just watch how fast you lose your teeth
I'm heated and on the daily, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed
From what they said, off of my actions I'll be headed for dead
It is what it is, no excuse and no apologizing
Just dedication from the fuck-you finger, I'm emphasizing
I'm A.B.N., I make my own rules to live the streets
Ford and Berry got a problem, cause he done all that ain't gon stop the heat
It's gonna be a ride, so it's best to buckle your belt together
Fuck Sonny bitch, you about to witness some crucial weather

[Hook - 2x]

[50/50 Twin]
Hot days under the sun, voice meter pack guns
Refusing to tuck my tail, turned me into a Don
Many missions are to come, I feel like they won
Me losing a fight ever, I recall one
Northside to the South, real recognize real
My words touch your gut, then you feel like I feel
This S.L.A.B. and Roc-4-Roc, why stop cause a hater hate
Camera on the bumper, peeping robbers as I navigate
Agitate or eritate 50, is a no-no
Leave your ass laying on the street, like a hobo
Tipping on five fo's, one on the trunk
Six 15's bump, make my rearview jump
License plate not crooked, looking good gripping wood
It's the same in every hood, time to eat and get full
Hustle till I fall asleep, then I dream about money
Money talk bullshit walk, you fronting

50/50 Twin feat. Dion - Have Nuts Have Bucks

(*talking*)
What the bidness is, it's that boy 50/50
Half of him anyway, you hearing that Ounce 4 Ounce right now
I ain't gon even say it, it's all hood what's up Dion

[50/50 Twin]
I ain't got time to play crawl on grey, fifth fall in your face
When you see me I'ma ball in the place, poke 84's I'ma hog up your space
Money go get that's my mo'fucking race, see no color I'm a gutter brother
Playa K got my tape chopped and stuttered, dual exhaust shoot fire out the muffler
Chill with Dolla main man 'Tana, drive red sled down the slopes like Santa
Threw a ten in the 20 ounce Fanta, shift too many gears broke the clutch
I'm a stander
Bread everywhere like a nigga grow weed, ten thee a day best believe I'm gon eat
Too many dimes hell yeah I'm gon cheat, grind in the hail rain snow even sleet

[Hook - 2x]
Hell we hateless get this do', you ran out of money go get some mo'
Have nuts have bucks the results gon show, build clientele and the paper gon flow

[Dion]
I'ma get the do' spit the flow, ask your baby daddy what he snitching fo'
I don't even want to fuck your raggedy ass hoe, you can go to hell
I'ma buy some dro
Six and three five and fo', take another road backdo' lil' joe
Don't be a hoe put your money on the flo', I don't think they know bout the D-I-O
Iced up papered up in a Diablo, eeny-meeny-miney-moe pick me out a hoe
See me chasing bread see me there I go, I ain't got the blow you should see my snow
Where my phone I need some dro, call my boy T it's to he I go
Cinderella kush about a thee I blow, it's Dion representing for the Twin 5-0

[Hook - 2x]

50/50 Twin feat. Archie Lee, Lester Roy - Hollyhood

(*talking*)
Yeah it's the Mista in here, with my nigga Lester Roy
It's GFC Gorilla Funk, what up 50/50 Twin yeah
This how we gon do it, I wanna give a shout out to the whole GFC mayn
It's going down it's Mista Masta Archie Lee, my album called Hollyhood

[Archie Lee]
Ounce for ounce, when it comes down to it
The way me and 50 do it, ain't too many niggaz can do it
I shine, when I ain't even trying to shine
Make money, when I ain't even trying to grind
Born to win, to compete a competitor
A survivor in the streets, I'm a motherfucking predator
And even though, it might sound a lil' funny
Life ain't nothing, but bitches and money
Archie Lee, but my enemies call me Hollyhood
When you see me in the streets, homie it ain't all good
What the fuck, you expect me to do
Sit back and let these niggaz eat, shit I got a family too
And they like to eat, lobster steak
Call me unbreakable, for some reason I won't break
50 if you ever need me, just holla my name
Real niggaz get money, but they don't change

[Lester Roy]
I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Stuck on my grind, hustling today and tomorr-a
The streets made me, the O.G.'s pray me
If I really wanna eat, I can't be lazy
I move ounce for ounce, like 50/50
Lester Roy on fire, like Young Jeezy
Yeeeeah, I know you feeling what I'm saying
If you snitching to them laws, you better start praying
We gutter over here, we'll hull you over here
The Northside where we from, it's trouble over here
We don't play games, for the change we'll shoot your dame
My mama told me, if I pull my pistol let it bang
I'm off the chain, insane in the membrane
A natural disaster, cause I'ma rip the scene
This Gorilla Funk, that mean bad luck
Fucking with me or my fam, you can get your head bust

(*talking*)
Yeah that's what it is mayn, appreciate you Archie
That boy Lester, know I'm tal'n bout ay

[50/50 Twin]
Me and Lester and Archie, go back like a trigga
Swishahouse/Roc 4 Roc, been stacking figgas
Your knot look fat, my vault way bigger
Play with my pockets, I turn to a grave digger
When are boys gon learn, quit talking out of turn
Hit your hat from the backseat, letting a swisha burn
Everything authentic, ain't shit about my pussy
Sitting on my couch, mac-90 and a uzi
They under the pillows mayn, I'm anxious to use it
My bullets bisexual, naw they ain't choosy
Shit on boys, with my hustle thought I wouldn't make it
I don't earn a mill, I'ma Scarface a nation
Broderick in the Penn, half my click on parole
C.D.'s getting sold, drug selling getting old
Somebody got to do it, so the qualoads be coming
Tell John Doe, add another to the bundle nigga

50/50 Twin feat. H.A.W.K., Ankaman - Freestyle

(*talking*)
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 niggaz
2005 to 2010, we running this shit

[H.A.W.K.]
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...

[50/50 Twin]
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

[Ankaman]
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 niggaz 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