[Intro: Master P]
Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road, nigga
Pass the weed (Okay)
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 ('Bout that)
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
'Cause you know whut?
Us South niggas don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time now baby
We gon' handle our business (Handle it)
And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz
Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)
Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger
Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine
Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'
Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)
Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch love me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time) before I'm up in your house (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 (What?)
And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (Run up)
The home of Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (Danger)
Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers (Rangers)
Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)
But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)
Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)
12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)
Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)
Choppers, rifles and missiles (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 ('Bout it, ugh)
Soldiers that wanna gang with us
Do you thang with us, hang with us
Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)
I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over
So get the chip off your shoulder
Fix your lip I done told yah
We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)
Nigga I can see that you got plex
Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)
This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
The fear in your eyes I see that
Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
[Verse 3: C-Murder & Master P]
Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)
Everybody gotta go (What?)
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)
For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)
Fuck the law and the cops
'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke (Ugh)
I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti ('Fetti)
You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy
I got too much stress in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
There'd be no money in rappin'
You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's
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 eyes on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man
Give me a ski-mask, a nine
I'll be a down ass nigga (What)
And watch me pull a flea-flicker
And make my G's get bigger
If I get caught I'm facin' twenty-five, but that don't mean shit (Shit)
'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)
'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)
And if you 'bout I make a move
Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)
Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)
And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and
