Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what iīm tired of?
Iīm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
So if you see one you know what you do?
[Chorus:]
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em
[repeat]
[Pimp C]
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
Iīm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
People depending on me I canīt neglect it niggas
Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
If the paper ainīt right then we calling a sweeper
To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
This ainīt the east or the west the ībama weed or the stress
Iīm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test
And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
And when our records come out them bitches sell out the stoī
Stayin throat on the īdro and keep that thang on the floī
Want my momey up front when we come for the show
Yīall can play wit ya paper but iīm dyin for mine
So while yīall buying them watches iīma stay on the grind
Fuck Nigga
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Hallow laid hollow sprayed Iīm the hollow man
I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan
Hollow bullets I pull it iīm about to live in vain
And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
Itīs mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
I feel a ghetto rage letīs turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond ībezeled rangs
So while my index is working my pinkyīs blinding thangs
I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
You think itīs a fucking game you think itīs a blood sport
You gasping for breath and Iīm puffin on one of these Newports
And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
They said
[Chorus]
[Bun-B]
Say nigga you think itīs a joke?
Trill niggas be going for broke
Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
And itīs just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
I just the nigga that couldnīt catch up and cut the mustard
Now I got confidence I donīt need no condiments
All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga keep your compliments they donīt flatter me
And thatīll be the day bitch we donīt play you know where the gatīll be
huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
Right where itīs īposed to be (īposed to be)
Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
I promise if you get it itīs gone be a violent one
Coroner catching his breath like heīs got asthma
When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
Millenium murda master nigga I ainīt new to this
So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
You just
[Chorus]
ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
(I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em)
Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
(I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em)
Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
(I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em)
Roll trees ride Dīs make cheese and shake fleas
(I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em)
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