[featuring master p ugk]
[master p]
Yo c murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road nigga
Pass the weed (ok)
We gonand' head up interstate 10
We gonand' pick up pimp c and bun b (thatand's my niggas there)
We gonand' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gonand' handle our business
We gonand' smoke
We gonand' make it back to the n.o.
Cuz u know whut?
Us south niggaz donand't playa hate
We got love from the south east, west, to the nizorth
But itand's your time baby
We gonand' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like gand'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[pimp c]
This game fucked up
I ainand't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and iand'm a trill nigga
Down to put my .45 to his hillfiger
Lay it down muthafucka because iand'm bustinand' for mine
Take that nine everytime and i ainand't tryinand' dyinand'
Niggaz dyinand' port arthur (huh nigga what?)
You think that iand'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let and'em feel what iand'm sayinand'
Ugk and c-murder
Cadillac and a tank (master p)
Bout to fade to platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when i come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
And bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, itand's just a matter of time before iand'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 bitch
And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)
[chorus x4]
Iand'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the floand' (floand')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[bun b]
They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon bun b
I see me p and c in danger (danger)
Just like the atf, pd, and texas rangers
Fuckinand' with me and my middle finga.
But to this shit nigga we ainand't strangers
But i gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
Chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle 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 itand's over
So get the chip off your shoulder
Feature this
I done told yah
Hold you hostage in your own apartment complex
Nigga i can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
This ainand't nothinand' ta sneeze at
The fear in your eyes i see
Bitch whereand's the keyand's and gand'z at?
[chorus x2]
[c-murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what i tell and'em
When i kick in the doeand'
Nigga iand'm mad at the world
For my lack of havinand' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz iand'm down for a caper
[master p]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
Iand'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendinand' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see iand'm daily like freddy
You see i run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[c-murder]
I got too much choice in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211 (what)
But it got me thankinand' twice (fuck that)
Itand's a drought right now
So these drugs ainand't happeninand'
And if it wasnand't for no limit
There would be no money or rapping.
[master p]
You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and gand'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you canand'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
Iand'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If i get caught iand'm facing 25, but that donand't mean shit
Cuz if i go to jail itand's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz i ainand't bout beinand' broke
And if you bout i make a move
Nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from new orleans
And texas hooked up
C-murder, master p, and ugk
Now nigga what?
[chorus till fade]
