Yo C-Murder Nigga you woke? Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga. Pass the weed (ok) 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 We gon' smoke We gon' make it back to the N.O. Cuz u know whut? Us South niggaz 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 shit like g'z We gonna represent the gizame Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up I ain't got no friends I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz Ugh, and I'm a real nigga Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?) Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga 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 bitch luv me when I come to your city Serve my dick out her pussy 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 nigga (mind right) and make a pimp bitch and never put trust in a trick ass bitch [chorus x4]
I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!) Lay down on the flo' (flo') 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, HPD, and Texas Rangers Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga. But to this shit nigga we ain'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 it's over so get the chip off your shoulder fix your lip I done told yah we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts Nigga I can see that you got plicked Sit down and take a time trip this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at the fear in your eyes I see bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka Everybody gotta go Give me the loot is what I tell 'em When I kick in the doe' Nigga I'm mad at the world for my lack of havin' papers Fuck the law and the cops Cuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous Especially when we broke I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope I just live for confetti You see I'm deadly like Freddy I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much stress in my head I wanna take my own life My last chance is a 211 But it got me thankin' twicee It's a drought right now So these drugs ain't happenin' And if it wasn't for No Limit there would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had a bumper 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 ass nigga And watch me pull a flee-flicker And make my cheese get bigger If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this Nigga 2 shots in the air Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke And if you bout i make a move nigga, everybody gotta go Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans With tapes hooked up C-Murder, Master P, and UGK Now Nigga what?
Billy Crawford lyrics