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[Intro: Bluesman Ceddy St.
settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' feet off the table
(It's a Big E beat!) now, shit
This is, this is why we ever have nothin man
a good evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right about to bring to the stage
is a from 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)
Cookin this I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been and don't plan on leavin
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's
I'm throwin, I'm on, the mic I explode
Slow all that bangin mayne like my load
test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they and I have 'em
They pussy is golden (what) my dick is
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 is and shit ain't no shame in mine

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B]
Back on that bullshit so bring in the
for war so let's get to the battle
Niggaz is babies bottles and rattles
The street is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
all you got G? You comin up short
You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the
You need actin classes, you can't the part
Yo' mind on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit that'll land in the center
in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the in the winter
I'm that wood (shit) just 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 against me and you lost, pay the

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

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

[Outro: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]