| Song | My Music |
| Artist | Dem Franchize Boyz |
| Artist | Bun B |
| Album | On Top Of Our Game |
| Dis dat soso def shit | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O'sThe old school pro's in the strip club | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O'sThe old school pro's in the strip club | |
| Every time | |
| I do it, u know just who | |
| I do it fo' | |
| My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip club | |
| And fa my top cats thats block cruisin' | |
| Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block music | |
| And any club, any party don't rock dis | |
| I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it | |
| And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates | |
| They do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate | |
| Movin dem o's makin' dey pension | |
| We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches | |
| My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood | |
| I keep it gutta | |
| Im'a gangsta u know just how | |
| I do itMake my music for the boyz with the | |
| O'sThe old school pro's in the strip club | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O'sThe old school pro's in the strip club | |
| I’m the shit you can't say | |
| I’m notI keep white keep purp like a crayon box | |
| Aay, and got a nice whipped game and | |
| I can't lie | |
| Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire | |
| Put it in my hands, | |
| I can make it go | |
| If I can't move it then | |
| I'ma call | |
| Tony yoI let the bullets from my gun spread | |
| Sippin' hard while u down on the corn bread | |
| First I droppin’ the mix | |
| Hit the pot like a | |
| Edward and bought 8 bricks | |
| Yup, in my white tee so u know | |
| I keep it white | |
| And I keep green like a traffic light | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O'sThe old school pro's in the strip club | |
| Yo pimpin', u know who it be its | |
| B.U.N to the little b | |
| One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree | |
| Movin’ thru yo’ city like a muthafuckin’ mayor | |
| Hate on me nigga like | |
| I muthafuckin’ care | |
| I’m the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock | |
| A head busta piece so heads up | |
| I keep the lead cocked | |
| Sellin' mo yayo than u could stuff in a bread box | |
| And im'a keep on pushin even when the fed's flop | |
| I represent the trill, | |
| I stand up fo’ the hood | |
| I’m holdin’ down the underground just like a nigga should | |
| UGK and DF | |
| B we do it fo’ the block | |
| Dem d boyz in the trap holdin’ work keepin’ it cocked | |
| It don’t stop | |
| I make my music for the ones servin' | |
| J's, servin' j's | |
| The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay | |
| Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders | |
| Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders | |
| Thats gangsta | |
| I doin’ fo’ the thugz | |
| And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug | |
| Shipped across the border from purp to the cola | |
| I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molderz | |
| Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns | |
| Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son | |
| B. un is out the test u wanna test son | |
| My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O'sThe old school pro's in the strip club |
| Dis dat soso def shit | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O' sThe old school pro' s in the strip club | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O' sThe old school pro' s in the strip club | |
| Every time | |
| I do it, u know just who | |
| I do it fo' | |
| My o. g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip club | |
| And fa my top cats thats block cruisin' | |
| Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block music | |
| And any club, any party don' t rock dis | |
| I' m sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it | |
| And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates | |
| They do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate | |
| Movin dem o' s makin' dey pension | |
| We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches | |
| My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood | |
| I keep it gutta | |
| Im' a gangsta u know just how | |
| I do itMake my music for the boyz with the | |
| O' sThe old school pro' s in the strip club | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O' sThe old school pro' s in the strip club | |
| I' m the shit you can' t say | |
| I' m notI keep white keep purp like a crayon box | |
| Aay, and got a nice whipped game and | |
| I can' t lie | |
| Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire | |
| Put it in my hands, | |
| I can make it go | |
| If I can' t move it then | |
| I' ma call | |
| Tony yoI let the bullets from my gun spread | |
| Sippin' hard while u down on the corn bread | |
| First I droppin' the mix | |
| Hit the pot like a | |
| Edward and bought 8 bricks | |
| Yup, in my white tee so u know | |
| I keep it white | |
| And I keep green like a traffic light | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O' sThe old school pro' s in the strip club | |
| Yo pimpin', u know who it be its | |
| B. U. N to the little b | |
| One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree | |
| Movin' thru yo' city like a muthafuckin' mayor | |
| Hate on me nigga like | |
| I muthafuckin' care | |
| I' m the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock | |
| A head busta piece so heads up | |
| I keep the lead cocked | |
| Sellin' mo yayo than u could stuff in a bread box | |
| And im' a keep on pushin even when the fed' s flop | |
| I represent the trill, | |
| I stand up fo' the hood | |
| I' m holdin' down the underground just like a nigga should | |
| UGK and DF | |
| B we do it fo' the block | |
| Dem d boyz in the trap holdin' work keepin' it cocked | |
| It don' t stop | |
| I make my music for the ones servin' | |
| J' s, servin' j' s | |
| The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay | |
| Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders | |
| Fo' the ones that' ll knock ya head off ya shoulders | |
| Thats gangsta | |
| I doin' fo' the thugz | |
| And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug | |
| Shipped across the border from purp to the cola | |
| I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molderz | |
| Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns | |
| Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son | |
| B. un is out the test u wanna test son | |
| My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy | |
| Make my music for the boyz with the | |
| O' sThe old school pro' s in the strip club |