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[Intro: Ceddy St. Louis]
settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the
(It's a Big E beat!) now, shit
is, this is why we don't ever have nothin man
It's a evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
right here about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real singer, real teller
gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness
Y'all show him some love, to 'em Bun

B]
Thank y'all for comin to see me this (yeah)
this cajun I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and plan on leavin
The of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's receivin?
I'm throwin, I'm on, the mic I explode
Slow all that bangin mayne like my load
Don't test me or me, I'm in that mode
I could just black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
They is golden (what) my dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm when I'm rhymin
I'm to God, like Eric B. I'm in
that get money frame of mind, any day and
That's what this is and shit ain't no in mine

[Interlude: Bluesman St. Louis ad libbing]

B]
Back on bullshit so bring in the cattle
Ready for war so get to the battle
Niggaz is with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew,
all you got G? You comin up short
You ain't got the muscle, you got the heart
You need actin classes, you can't the part
Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get
I'm to spit darts that'll land in the center
in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the
I'm grippin that wood (shit) got a splinter
a beginner, a novice, a rookie
How you got bricks you can't cop a cookie?
We after paper, you after the
You bet me and you lost, pay the bookie

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, they know 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the when I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder I feel like we done found another tune (tune)
They gon' try to to be like Waters, I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Comin up and standin on my stack (stack) a veteran but my lyrics dope (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride) I even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed and I'ma get 'em, I could her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper you tell 'em bust, he can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the studio when somebody can help him a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't it, I told ya
It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' (ha ha!)
On the we come colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista the pain of a cobra
and I'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin niggaz in the game, 'til it's

[Outro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad