featuring Master P, Silkk
(U.G.k)
Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin`
for action, retaliation, that`s where that shit at. Click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn`t win, make a fucked up ass
whistle, you know it`s yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not fuck around, it`s that underground. Bitch you couldn`t cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it`s time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I`m fo sure that
these G`z goin` fo`, fo` fo, & blow fo` blow. It`s Silkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
Chorus:
Playaz from tha south stack gee`z, flippin` tight
on that white with that candy on them gold D`z (x4)
(Master P)
Foolz hate tha P cuz I`m bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & I`m rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin` shit, I`m bad like J`Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin`. Y`all niggaz
gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo` niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I`m
fuckin them devil done deeds, I`m trippin them keyz, tryna` make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I`m from, New Orleans
{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin`
slangin` that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin` from tha sirens{sirens}
Don`t know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.
Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin`
band I`d be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin`
Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin` up & have gold teeth
don`t give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin` on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don`t give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin` tomorrow, & won`t stop, send me to tha pen, I won`t
stop till them muthafuckin` saints go marchin` in.
Chorus
(Silkk)
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about
that muthafuckin` mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I`m in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I`m
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,
chill. For them niggaz that boast, I`ll be like Blast `em (blast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin` change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin`, but y`all
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustlin`, I wasn`t surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I`m
bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y`all haven`t heard, but
y`all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I`m out (fading)
*chorus*
(Pimp C)
Now do you blame me? A sweet for every
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. I`m Pimp C bitch, ain`t no mistakin`, niggaz
tryin` to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin` bacon. Would
it candy just an every day thang rubb`n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin` down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I`m fuckin` ya boo, gettin` a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin`.
I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can`t be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin` we don`t have a fuckin`
pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain`t
heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,
I`m down with rich & royal muthafuckin` flush, whut?? Ya,
tha muthafuckin` organize noise boy, wassup?
*chorus*
*Pimp C in background talkin*
