(feat. Master P, Silkk the Shocker)

Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha


[Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep

Of a true and livin' got damn fool
I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet
Now pass that sweet & get back

Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that %#@! at
Click clack that's that pistol

Bullets cuttin' wind make a $#&@ed up $$# whistle
You know it's yo dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud

For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts ^!$$%, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down,

So I advise hoes to not $#&@ around
This that Underground
(*##$ you couldn't cut the sound

Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family to handle these ^!$$%s

Because we are the worst
You (*##$ ^!$$%s laid yo eyes on
I'm so fo' sure

That these G's goin' fo', fo' and blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know


[Hook x4: Master P]
Playas from the South stack G's

Flippin' tight on that white
With that candy on them gold D's


[Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I'm bout it (Bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy

Ready to bust on the ^!$$% that talkin' %#@!
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other ^!$$%s

Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all ^!$$%s gone on that fried black
I had $#&@ed mo' ^!$$%s in the game then a quarterback

I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm $#&@in' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's

Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them ^!$$%s in the projects be ballin' (Ballin')

Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp

But work the $#&@ out a triple beam
Eliminate ^!$$%s like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a mother$#&@in' band I'd be a baritone

See the P is from that mother$#&@in' Calliope (Calliope)
Where them ^!$$%s boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a $#&@ about a ho (Ho)

And ^!$$%s stuntin' on that water, water
You know we bout it, bout it
Don't give a $#&@ about seein no mother$#&@in' tomorrow

And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop til them mother$#&@in' Saints go marchin' in


[Hook x4]

[Silkk the Shocker]

1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that mother$#&@in' mail (Mail)
Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side

You know a ^!$$% all about them sales
I don't $#&@ around with them ^!$$%s that front and stunt
^!$$% ain't ask yo (*##$ $$# to come

I'm from that Third Ward ^!$$% (Uptown)
In other words I run this %#@! right chea'
For them ^!$$%s that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper

%#@! ain't gonna $#&@in' change ^!$$%
Uh, I think not
Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same glock, cook more rock
$#&@ what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'

(*##$ ain't gon' never gon' die
So when U.G.K Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
Cause I'ma be the man to stand, I'm bound to make a mill
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard

But y'all (*##$es will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And (*##$ I'm out


[Hook x4]

[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every (*##$ that I $#&@ed
You'd have to bring four eightteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front

Cause I'm Pimp C (*##$, ain't no mistakin'
^!$$%s tryin' to get the cheese
But (*##$ I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud
Because ya like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
Cause I be comin' down, ^!$$% my heart be true

I'm $#&@in' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw
^!$$% what's up with you
I live and wept for ya ^!$$%, he had it comin' though
I represent my %#@! cause ^!$$% I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
(*##$es be thinkin'
That we don't have a $#&@in' pocket full of stones

I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth
Just in case you (*##$es ain't heard of us
^!$$%, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I'm down with drinkin' Royal and the mother$#&@in' Plush
Yeah, and the mother$#&@in Organized Noise boy, what's up


[Hook x4]

[Pimp C talking]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them mother$#&@in' ^!$$%s in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about

I know ^!$$%s be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you
Comin' down boy, fifth wheel

Grill, candy ha ha