[Lil Sho]
Lil Sho, ^!$$%z like the way my trunk rattle
Matter fact it do mo' knocking, than a judge's gavel

My rhymes the greatest, at leat that's how I feel
Make a ^!$$% break fast, ain't talking bout morning meals
Step to the Sho-Off/ get your $$# dismantled

Candy stain so crucial, they sho couldn't handle it
Talking %#@! behind my back, but Kevin Harris you'll walk
Wreckin' Crew blowing up, but we don't use steroids

Straight A's ^!$$%z, never gave the teachers hell
You more nerd than Screech, from Saved by the Bell
Say playa that's yo gal, I think you better leave her

Cause she catching mo' balls, than a wide reciever
Purple stuff and Sprite, make you crunk and raw
I po' it up till it's pinker, than Pepto Bismol

You don't think that Lil Sho, spit nothing but hits
That's just like saying, that bruise don't make you %#@!


[Ake]
Yo my mouth is a gun, man you better be smart
When I rap I shoot bullets, when you rap you spit darts

Clearing the charts, hey now slice your head like your boy
Inside my body, ^!$$% I got a K man heart
And I don't beg for the #~!!@, cause I'm known to smash

Only thing I'm worried about, is getting head and then cash
Can't come in last, that's why the youngster in first
When I bust it be a lot of nut, I quench hoes thirst

Leave in a hurse, if you talking bout beef
You talking bout, beef that be another ^!$$% deceased
I'm a beast, when it come to the rapping

When it come to the rapping, my lyrics be clapping
People be like Ake, man you got some'ing to prove
I ain't got %#@! to prove, but in my heart I can't lose

I keep a short fuse, AKA a hot head
You can't make it in this world, if your (*##$ $$# scared



[Tite]
I'm back off the chain, Tite ready back on his chain

Ready to flame, any ^!$$% knocking my name
Not giving a $#&@, mouth open ready to cuss
Dangerous to touch, guns ready to bust

With Ake and Sho, it's rubbing and we ready to blow
T.K.O., these weak cats want no mo'
The D-3 Nutt, microphone see me clutch

^!$$%z that bump, give me space and see me rush
It's Armageddon, you see Tite arm your gat
I swarm a cat, or $#&@ around and harm you cats

I sleep with heat, I eat beef running the street
You wanna compete, naw brah step ya feet
I'm undenied, this rap game something try

Kinda nice with the hands, so respect my size
Armed and ready, smoked out guns is ready
Beat a mo'$#&@er down, till my arms spaghetti


[Big Redd]
I speak the truth, you hoes better respect my mind

Respect my grind, or get hit with the iron
Big Redd, you can catch me on the North
We pump everything from stracks, all the way to salt

If I'm flossing I flaunt it, best believe I own it
Blonde head yellow bone, best believe I want it
Boys talking down on me, if you want me come get me

Go on see you crash dummies, if they think they can kill me
I don't bump with you chumps, cause I'm grinding for this cash
If they run in my section, I'ma put 'em on they $$#

^!$$%z think they got pull, can't sell a lil' dope
I'm a hustler, I'll sell ya a bird or soap
Play it raw, $#&@ a ^!$$% if he won't have it

Rule number one, (*##$ look what's getting got
Ain't no gangsta, I just get it how I live
If I grind with my heart, some'ing gotta give

(*##$ in this 0-3, it's all on me
So back-back and make way, for the R-E-double-D


[talking]
Don't forget to hit us up, on the website
www.daballroom.com, and it go down
Every Friday night at the ball room
Huntsville Texas, new spot ^!$$%

Y'all come get at us, yeah