Artist: Custom Made Gangstas f/ Q.B. Album: If You Ain't Hungry, Don't Come to the Table Song: Calculated Steps Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) C.M.G., Custom Made Gangstas (what's up Ke), what's up baby (say mayn, it's been a long time mayn) That's right, (put these placks on the wall mayn) fa sho [Hook] Crunch time, ball in your hand the time's running Either win or lose, go all out for the cash money Calculated steps, one mistake and the game's over A Custom Made Gangsta for real, a true soldier [Lil' Keke] I pulled up 84's, suicide drop do's Sitting at the club, on the belly with the top closed Niggaz know me in the streets, cause I spit flows But don't ever get it twisted, I pimp hoes Sipping oil, in a platinum mind frame Bought a new Benz, cause it's mo' in my price range Shake 'em up nigga, cause I roll like a dice game Keep some good snipers in the back, with a nice aim Steps up the ladder, but they calculated The Don here for the title, and I smell they hate it These niggaz is overrated, they ain't working the field Herschelwood is my hood, I'm a soldier for real Hey, I just talk this way But you can hear my life troubles, when you press that play Ok, I'ma take it to the gutter and back And my family gotta eat, if it's rap or crack fa sho [Hook] Crunch time, ball in your hand the time's running Either win or lose, go all out for the cash money Calculated steps, one mistake and the game's over But I'm holding it down, Q.B. is a real soldier Crunch time, ball in your hand the time's running Either win or lose, go all out for the cash money Calculated steps, one mistake and the game's over A Custom Made Gangsta for real, a true soldier [Q.B.] True soldier, from the city of sinners To be a winner, you gotta be colder than winter Kept it plotting, every move that I make Cause snakes got they eyes on me, hate to see the young'n loaded with cake Moving the rock, like a guard of seminal I ain't speaking subliminal, one shot one chance like Eminem Haters in competition, get rid of em Charge they life on a black card, for trying to spy like Dan Akroyd I'm that hard, I go Shaq hard I make moves like the President, win or lose go all out for the presidents Like Mike Vick in the fourth quarter, it's hard running the sideline And trying not to get hit by the blindside, it's crunch time [Hook] [Lil' Keke] I grind for perfection, but nothing mistake free My pebbles turn to them rocks, my rocks turn to a ki We move at nigga speed, you facing a bigger league A trained marine, on the scene to make 'em bleed A soldier, so I walk that path Cause I'm chasing after zero's, and holding a slab On the grind, cause this game is mine You keep your eyes on the prize, my nigga it's crunch time [Q.B.] I'm going all out, shocking and rocking for extra grams Till I crawl out, in my new driveway in a slab I was struggling, hard times just made me better now I'm doubling, thank God he made the weather change What it's been, Section A's and K's sprayed A lot of homies die, trying to make it through this maze Big and Pac gone, when we gon change our ways Living in the last days, young nigga get paid [Hook] (*talking*) That's right, Q.B./Young Don Custom Made Gangstas, C.M.G. since the first day It's about to be the worst day, you know I'm saying Get ready, coming soon "Loved By Few, Hated By Many", the Young Don is back S.U.C. to the finish, Swishahouse the new beginning 0-6 we in the mix that's right, Herschelwood Hardheads For life native Houston South Park, Sunnyside that's right