Artist: Big Pokey f/ Lil' Keke, Mussilini Album: A Bad Azz Mix Tape III Song: On Top Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Southside for sho, Presidential C.M.G. The Don Lil' Ke, Po-Yo check it [Chorus - 2x] We on top now, and it's still all good From my block to your block, let's do it for the hood On top now, and I'm loving the streets It's c.d.'s microphones, and some tight ass beats [Lil' Keke] We on the blocks nonstop, hustling with twin glocks Got them chickens in the pot, for 17 a whop And it's Presidential, connecting with C.M.G. All good in the hood, down in 7-1-3 They call me Don Ke, I grab the microphone and work it S.U.C. nigga, and the click closed circuit Jet for the cash, gotta have my shit straight Southside G's, another Bad Azz Mixtape Ride with me, on this spending spree In the studio cooking, on the MP3 Like a true O.G., yeah one of a kind If the chick in the Benz, best believe she a dime On the grind (on the grind), stressing ten a show H-Town on fire, got the place like whoa And it's been Texas, since the day that I dropped And from my block to your block, we still on top yeah [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] My block to your block, nigga it's all good When my pen touch the sheet let's eat, it' understood We country, we keep our horses under the hood Hugging corners on these backstreets, Stone to the Wood I'm that dog in the yard, that's tied up to the hooptie When I lock, the only to unlock me is shoot me They fucked my nigga Kobe, that bitch was a groupie I be damned, if I let a bitch suck me and sue me Come to my room, I'ma strip her till she fumble the ball She was with it, cause I woke up with her tongue in my draws I want a cut like a dog, dog I'm loving the streets I treat a track like raw meat, I smother the beat I'm so fly I need to be in the trees, I'm on fire Like a coke connect, niggaz wanna be my decrees Fuck moving cheese, I got trees and c.d.'s And venues, dropping five G's to see me [Chorus - 2x] [Mussilini] Now them plaques, on the wall mayn We leave the ig'nance in the highway, y'all play We bout to send this boat y'all way, or park it in your driveway And feeling that it's my day, and yes the sun's been shining 24-7 grinding, watching hate and a miss It's always a snook, trying to divide the fish Don't collide with this, this train is packing Got Skinny and D-Black, and hell-a-cop smacking Presidential affiliation, coast to coast we consuming em All around the world, they tal'n bout what we gon' do with em Them boys off the chain, out the Clarke off the Main Keep our name off your throat, watch your mouth watch your brain Gotta feel us closer, wanna run in a corner Your bag of tricks, can't box Jehovah Your ending is finished, the scrimmage we win it You niggaz is bitches, and watch us fall all over you niggaz [Chorus - 2x]