(feat. Z-Ro)

[talking:]

I pack that nine everytime, and I ain't trying dying
#~!!@ ^!$$%, I pack that nine everytime and I ain't trying dying


[Hook: x4]
I just wanna celebrate
Cause trill ^!$$%z don't die


[Pimp C:]
#~!!@ ^!$$%, thinking you gon kill me

I got some'ing for your $$#, ^!$$% you gon feel me
I'ma blow you out the water, with the 2-23
Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese

^!$$% talking bout, robbing Chad
Run up on me with that first, will leave you stinking in the grass
If your calico to mask, if you Baptist go to church

See a hoe up in a ^!$$%, gon pull up a skirt
That'll be, some incredible %#@!
^!$$%z scheming on my bezel, on some devilish %#@!

I been to hell and back, on another level you (*##$
Go on try it I'm going live, they gon need a shovel for you (*##$


[Hook x4]

[Z-Ro:]

I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot
But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot
In a dog eat dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls

When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me
But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest
And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus

Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got
So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot
My attitude is $#&@ed up, I don't give a $#&@ cause I just don't give one

Thinking bout living a life where everything you do right is wrong, mo'$#&@er I live one
I know ^!$$%z wanna kill me, but I'm still riding pride
Cause the Lord riding with me, and that's the main reason why


[Hook x4]


[Pimp C:]
Some ^!$$%z win, and some ^!$$%z lose
Some ^!$$%z getting bruised, some always crying to blues

Some ^!$$%z already lost, and ain't gon lose no mo'
Big shoes hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo'
Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe

Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe
I was sagging in my khaki's, 'fore Dickies cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets

The young B.G.'s, really love to thump
$#&@ radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk
For the girls popping #~!!@, and the boys with the blow

Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here repping for it hoe

[Hook x4]


[Bun B:]
Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul

It's a gift given from God, and I'm keeping a tight hold
The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same
But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game

Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up
They laying boys down, they future they scooping up
We keep it click tight, so when ^!$$%z start lurking

In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking
Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg
A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg

For tomorrow so gon 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool
Kindergardeners was looking up to me, in pre-school
Down with Pimp C fool, and P-A-T the town

Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down
Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie
So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill ^!$$%z don't die