[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
n***a you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road n***a
Pa** the weed (ok)
We gon’ head up interstate 10
We gon’ pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that’s my n***as 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 n***as don’t playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it’s your time baby
We gon’ handle our business
And we gonna do this sh** like g’z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game f**ed 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 n***a
Down to put a forty-five to his Hilfiger
Lay it down muthaf**a because I’m bustin’ for mine
Pack that iron every time and I ain’t trying’ dyin’
n***as down in Port Arthur (huh n***a what?)
Thank that I’m playin? (huh n***a what?)
Bust 17 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 b**h luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her p**y
And bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, 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 n***a (mind right) and make a pimp rich
And never put trust in a trick a** b**h (trick a** b**h)
[Hook 4X]
I’m bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo’ (flo’)
Want the G’s and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[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, DPD, and Texas Rangers
f**in’ with me and my Mddl Fngz
But to this sh** n***a we ain’t strangers
Pull high-calibers and magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
Chopper pipe bombs and missiles
Some of them b**hes whistle
Some of them b**hes silent
But all them b**hes handle they business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
Soldiers that wanna gang with us
Do you thang with us, hang with us
Get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every a** in my way till 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
n***a I can see that you got plex
Sit down and take a time trip
This ain’t nothin’ ta sneeze at
The fear in your eyes I see
b**h where’s the key’s & g’z at?
[Hook 2X]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthaf**a
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell ’em
When I kick in the doe’
n***a I’m mad at the world
For my lack of havin’ papers
f** the law and the cops
Cuz I’m down for my gangsters
[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 dangerous like Freddy
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy
[C-Murder]
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
It’s a drought right now
So these d** ain’t happenin’
And if it wasn’t for No Limit
There’d 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
I’ll be a down a** n***a
And watch me pull a flea-flicker
And make my g’s get bigger
If I get caught I’m gettin 25, but that don’t mean sh**
Cuz if I go to jail it’s gotta be better than living like this
n***a 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain’t bout bein’ broke
And if you bout I make a move
n***a, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it n***as from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now n***a what?
[Hook till fade]