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 shit at

Click clack that's that pistol

Bullets cuttin' wind make a fucked up ass 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 nigga, what

I put it down, keep puttin' it down,

So I advise hoes to not fuck around

This that Underground

Bitch 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 niggas

Because we are the worst

You bitch niggas 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 nigga that talkin' shit

I'm bad, like Jason

Don't compare with them other niggas

Cause I ain't freebasin'

Y'all niggas gone on that fried black

I had fucked mo' niggas in the game then a quarterback

I got them G's, them killers, them keys

I'm fuckin' 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 niggas in the projects be ballin' (Ballin')

Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens

Runnin' from the sirens

Don't know how to comp

But work the fuck out a triple beam

Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)

If there was a motherfuckin' band I'd be a baritone

See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope (Calliope)

Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth

Don't give a fuck about a ho (Ho)

And niggas stuntin' on that water, water

You know we bout it, bout it

Don't give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin' tomorrow

And won't stop, send me to the pen

I won't stop til them motherfuckin' Saints go marchin' in



[Hook x4]



[Silkk the Shocker]

1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)

All about that motherfuckin' mail (Mail)

Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side

You know a nigga all about them sales

I don't fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt

Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come

I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)

In other words I run this shit right chea'

For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it

Watch the ground gets full of smoke

And watch y'all get ghost like Casper

Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga

Uh, I think not

Cause I be on the same block, same house

Same spot, same glock, cook more rock

Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'

Bitch 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 bitches will

Believe me, I got two for three, four for five

Holla at cha' boy if ya need me

And bitch I'm out



[Hook x4]



[Pimp C]

Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked

You'd have to bring four eightteen wheelers

Fill em' from back to front

Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'

Niggas tryin' to get the cheese

But bitch 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, nigga my heart be true

I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw

Nigga what's up with you

I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin' though

I represent my shit cause nigga I can't be no ho

And just because we do perform

Bitches be thinkin'

That we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones

I done drunk Miller with killers

Sipped syrup with murderers

Keep a boot in my mouth

Just in case you bitches ain't heard of us

Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush

I'm down with drinkin' Royal and the motherfuckin' Plush

Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what's up



[Hook x4]



[Pimp C talking]

Now I got holla at Port Arthur

And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas

Know what I'm talkin' about

I know niggas 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