Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
(Coughing) Keep your eyes on the road nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East, to da West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent to the dizend
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
And I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Uhhh, and I'm a trill nigga
Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger
Lay it down muthafucka 'cause I'm bustin' for mine
Take that iron everytime and I ain't tryin' dyin'
Niggaz dyin' in Port Arthur (huh nigga what?)
Still thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times to let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and the Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade to platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
Your bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Uhh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp rich
and never put trust in no trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)
[chorus x4]
I'm fin' ta pull akickdoe! (ugghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They tried to run up in the manger (run up)
Da home of Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATL, Phiz H, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
We got calibers and magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
choppers rifles and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle they business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
fix ya lip I done told yah
we hold ya hostage in ya own apartment complex
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time check
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see's dat
bitch where's the key's & the g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm daily like Freddy
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much choice in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twice
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money in rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
And a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke
And if anybody make a move nigga, everybody gotta go
We just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans and Texas, hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?