K-Ci: I'm up early in the morning thinking 'bout getting this money, all I know's I gotta get that paper The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, now I'm gettin it the best way I know how I won't let you down. Chamillionaire: Yea! Our time has come, and your time has passed Get out the way while I grind for cash Money in the bank, and the rest be stashed When it's all done, I will not be last Y'all know me, y'all gon' see Ben Franklin is my homie E-y-es is all on me, So lay it down, like Ball & G Naw, I can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dawgs Ridin' dirty, flyin' birdies, pop the trunk when I pass the law Houston do we have a problem? Obviously the answers naw Ball hoggers won't pass the ball, Ima steal that rock and pass to y'all Slim Thug: I'm on my block around my clock tryna get it If it get you payed I did it, got caught, gotta acquitted Got out, and got back up on my grind again 'Cause you gotta play the game if you trying to win And hustle money ain't fa' sho' so I ain't trying to spend 'Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again (Back down again) I promise I won't let you down, momma When it's the first of the month, I'll be around momma Lil Keke: Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real Chasing paper, money running like a treadmill I'm just a G in the street game, we raise numbers I never let you down, I never disappoint ya I'm up extra early posted like a war soldier My hustle hard, like I cut it with some baking soda Heart of a gangster, to the grind man, I'm so committed Lord knows if I see the paper, Ima get it K-Ci: I'm up early in the morning thinking 'bout getting this money, all I know's I gotta get that paper The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, now I'm gettin it the best way I know how I won't let you down, won't let you down (x4) I won't let you down Mike Jones: H-Town, got it on my back Chromw 84s on the Cadillac I stack stacks and stack plaques (I won't let you down) Ice age, we run the town Ice age, we shuttin 'em down As long as I make it multiply (I won't let you down) My new album is on the way When you say my name, you say I'm paid H-Town, we here to stay (Mike Jones) A millionaire, can you match that? Two time plaques, can you handle that? 11 cars, can you handle that? Trae: If you're lookin' for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home On the block, you can tell I might give it to this goon Pick on the H, you can tell 'em they won't When I pull a blast house with the roof half gone If they come to get paid on the stands then I got 'em Sit back, broke, call the strand that I'm not Now in the hood, four times, tryna rock Yea, I'm from the streets, now ya ready for the block Mouth full of rocks, yea, money well blown Every time I talk, yea money well shown Just because I rap, don't think I'm fly cat I hop in all black, and still run up in your home Trae the Truth I got hustle and flow I do it for the boys tryna hustle tha show Every hour, every day 'till my body gets sore One hundred percent that my hustle is (?) Paul Wall: The streets is talkin' and they tellin' me to go get that cake No time to waste, I can't wait, 'cause I got bread to break These boys is fake they bumpin' they gums, saying they paying dues But they preoccupied up in the mall, buying they gals shoes I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills The johnny dang watch and the Cadillac on fo' with gravy wheels, I'm cash collecting, still trill, chasing that dollar bill, My appetite is never filled, but chasing after these meals, I gotta get it Chamillionaire: I'm a hustler, you're a customer Now I'm back in the streets, I got something for the fiends, baby Whoa! (x3) I won't let you down Bun B: Sun down 'till the sun up, you know big Bun up, Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up On me or try to run up, Gotta leave 'em gun up and get up, You wanna get down get up, I'll leave you hit up and split up, So pay attention sit up, and keep your eyes on the target, That's Bun Beater the king, he be going the hardest, Not only is the the trillest, but he's only the smartest, Gangster slash rap artist, and he won't let you down (I won't let you down) Z-Ro: 7, 3, 65, tryna get rich is on our mind, Houston, Texas, we ain't nothing but some go getters and some trend setters, and we staying on our grind When they said down south rappers couldn't rap, now the down south rappers all across the map Represent my city, and Ima wear it on my back, it's official, god damn right, the south is back Even though we ain't never really went nowhere, we always been here We make good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all god damn year Gotta give it to us, 'cause if not we gonna take it and never give it back, that's just how it's gon' go, 'Cause anyone mess with Houston, Texas for any damn thing, mayne, you can still count on Z-Ro Pimp C: You cowards in cars, I be in jets Google "Pimp C", I'm all over internet That paint on for the lack is so glass UGK for life, I'm here to teach yo pimpin' class 'Cause I'm gettin my paper, reppin' my house Say what I want to out my mouth Fifteen years, I'm what it's about Atlanta the south, that's no doubt Pimp a snitch, you's a clown Say my name, it's gon' go down Rent your car, you rent your house Kiss that gurl I been in ya mouf (UH) (I won't let you down)