Hi Volume

LETRA

Hi Volume

And you can catch me in Bent red artlidge,

2K3 Bentley

Leader not a follower so don't ask who sent me

Paid for, no lease and you can't rent me

Still grinding worth grand Bobby and Whitney

X pills keep you up all night

Bottles of everything and that guada green light

I'm in the club like 50, not Shady Aftermath

Tricks treat em like they offset,

I'm the number one draft

Wholes not halfs a nickel thirty six

And raw, raw raw raw raw like the top of the rick

I hit like rick drums kick and claps

Six 15's zeus zap on my lap

Keep a fadango rolled boy I never would crap

Paystyles no longer free when I rap

I adapt in any 'viroment or the weather

Got many personalities,

ni*** my mouthpiece is cheddar

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This how I ride like it ain't no tomorrow, don't beg or borrow

We take shit, and seperate our stuff from the fake shit

The jam start sockin, make ya feel like a quake hit

The whole block rockin with intention to shake shit

Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential)

Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential)

Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential)

Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential)

[Keak Da Sneak]

And my watch I can't even pronounce

That cost three huned thousand tax

in the states in year round be my account

All I wear is gucci and louie, ice berg

My mistress will get you down,

she cop me that throw back Spurs

Get yours, the voices in my head be tellin me

You misdemeanor I'm a felony,

give up sports and start sellin D

Now I'm like waitin on the rap shit

Assholes and elbows, get up in ya like catpiss

Quiet on the set I'm recordin

Caught my first trial then

I faded just like Michael Jordan

Stompin in my Air Force 1's

Blockin niggas, strong armin with no gun

I rap for funds, mucho denero

Got my hoes bringin me 10 G's a night, the cousin Nefero

I just jet like this and get a battery charge

Pimpin and playin,

I tell ya Keak Da Sneak is hard

[Hook]

[Keak Da Sneak]

I sell my rock in the studio or the streets

Gone blow up but not cuz

I'm signed to a Dre or a Pac beat

On the Rick Rock sheet, and no

I'm not the best kept secret

Cuz everybody know about this

Keak Da Sneak shit

Danger! Not Mystikal but get on the flo'

The man right chear, All In Moe Doe

My style my flow is original as hell

Cuz who is who in this industry, I just can't tell

Everybody sound like Nas or Jay-Z or Jadakiss

Nelly or Ja Rule ni*** I hate this shit

I come wit that shit you never heard befo'

And everybody say "fa sheezy"

but where my credit though

East Oakland make that work

10-Deuce and Walnut trick f*** what you heard

Quit sayin you sellin birds

like you wanna get caught

Cuz if niggas accidentally snitch

on you it's all yo fault

And quit tryin to put Tupac Shakur in ya rhymes

Niggas get shot for being at the wrong

place at the wrong time

Left shirt and show ya bulle

wounds off to ya hoe

But you don't really wanna get shot no mo', that's why

[Hook]