Fo Sho Mun-E (2) (Ft. Baby Bash, L.T. (US1), South Park Mexican & Tommy G)

Fo sho, smoking choppers and helicopters
Zippers and kicking trippers, fo sho

Fo sho, better have the bread
Fo sho, nigga gon end up dead
Fo sho, riding on them chromed out twins
Fo sho, young nigga you best stack your ends
Fo sho, nigga better do your thang
Fo sho, face down in this game
Fo sho, fo sho

[L.T.]
Now let me introduce myself, its Mr. PMG
Nigga your boy L.T., that represent B-O-D
I stay on track and stay on grind, toss it up and shut it down
Represent for H-Town, pop my trunk and show some ride
And if they coming with some plex, we breaking backs and snapping necks
Putting bitch niggas in check, hit your block and straight wreck
Naw I mean nigga we coming, you and your boys start to running
Fore' my K start to drumming, have your whole hood humming
Tear it up don't give a fuck, we keeping lean up in our cup
Its Southeast nigga what, we got them Caddies on the bump
With wood grain, swang and bang, make it hot like a flame
Its four hundred for them thangs, you keep it cool it might change
And that's for real nigga chill, me and my boys staying trill
Down in H-Town with them grills, slabbed out and popping pills