He, he, he,
kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe? Like his jaw got a battery, this always know Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on Nobody invited you and still you got up in the
Me, I'm not a witness, my distance, mind my business You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a We keep it gangsta, love it 'cause they know it's real UGK, we keeps it real, mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, heat when my brain spill You for it, images without no coke connect We it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret Game preachers yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga
Man, come on now, you done shot off like Mike Davis Lost a or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off You standin' it's you got yo' shoes and socks on Who holds the key? No fucking it, I broke the lock off
I the top off, took the comma, period, dot off And ran on wit it and you a whole lot off I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, turn the pot off You just wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all cryin' and wipe yo' snot off Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's as hot sauce Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not MJG, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' off I go hard and I sheave and I'm not off And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm dropped off Like Hall, don't be afraid, bitch, call the cops off
You talkin' behind my back (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done off nigga
You talkin' behind my back (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You what you just done, you done shot off nigga
Now you can either yo' ego at the do' or let The drama unfold and check my rap sheet, I'm almost ten sold, I'm only rappin' cause I want to I got enough plaques, needless to say, my Rappers told me to get on track and so I did it
wrote my sixteen down and spit it By the end of the you'll say, once again, Ludacris, sit it Then I'll this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash My whole career is like my video, I'm my ass
I it, "Gangsta, gangsta!", shooters and shanksters Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a thank you, you Runnin' yo' mouth behind my until you run out of time but At least yo' talkin' let's me know some stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit tell em grabbin' the thang And then I put it to yo' brain and change You hope fo' wit the .44 you'll be fallin' back and yacht Is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' 'bout these chasin' I'm 'bout to home the bacon
You down behind my back (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know you just done, you done shot off nigga
You talkin' behind my back (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know you just done, you done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga