A Mic and a Hook - Lil Keke, Shorty Mac

A mic and I’ll rock it, a hook and I’ll drop it Three 16's, and ain’t no way they could stop it Gotta make a profit, it’s all for bread

From the state Penitentiary, to the G’s that’s FED

Hold your head, cause I’m speaking the truth

It’s time to take off the shoe, and try to fit that boot

Get your loot, cause that’s all that count

I’m trying to fill up my shows, for a large amount

It’s all gravy, roll a doja stick

My nigga P hit the do', with a zip of the shit

So we high mayn, cloud nine is passing

Nothing but c-notes, when the kid is flashing

You gotta puff it, like that 50 say

Hating on the 3rd Coast, it’s gon be a long day

No telling, when the cash is mean

Got the hook got the mic, and the three 16's

Give me a mic and a hook, and a place to flow

In a club on stage, and I’m ready to go Give me a mic and a hook, and a place to flow

I’ll rap all night, cause that’s all I know

It’s a crash course, when you roll my way

On the grind all the time, like a cast away

So it’s spring and summer, fall and winter

Boys turning back, like the Don had sent ya Car’s on, niggaz leave me alone

Got it twisted light it up, till the day that I’m gone

You know Houston own, but I’m Oakland gone

Throw the season on the ground, like the casian gone

Go on get it, press repeat don’t skip it Person in the lab, ain’t no time for a ticket

Trend setter, go on walk this way

This is H-Town's finest, and I’m a-ok

OK the mic is smoking, I’m constantly choking

Lil’Ke falling off man, is what they hoping

Flow like water, rhymes go harder

The game’s so close, and I’m reaching farther

Respect my game, and I’ll respect your game

I respect my chain, and my diamonds mayn

Say you lucky, but it’s all for hood

Paint pictures of the block, and it ain’t all good

So I go for it, get mine in scratch

And these cowards in the streets mayn, they ain’t no match

Not no one man game, but I stand alone

From the mic to the streets, gotta love this song