Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I Wake up with it everyday and take it me to bed my heart and hanging over my head 'Bout the nigga these Texas streets ever bred
C L Butler known as Chad or Pimp C The closest that I ever had Now when we first met, we on the same page From pettiness understandings got cleared up with age
Two young who was ready to mash Put P A on the map and maybe a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the with a big ass bang Them ass rhymes with that country ass twang Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" off and went live Shit, next thing you we was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket of Stones" Put the on "Menace" shit we had it going on Got, love in the streets and on the air But the homey putting us out, playing too fair
Had to separate ourself, in a new team But sometimes the other side ain't what it seems We dropped "Super Tight" a album of killer flows But we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what was happening on the And new management was cutting back deals different money and concealing the price He had us doing all the work but was the biggest slice
a while to catch on, to what homey was doing But by the we did, all the paperwork was in ruins Nigga kept all the so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS us with axes
you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six Better get your paper together, get shit fixed the management team and tried it ourself Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the
Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant in the South the southern title, shut everybody's mouth Got clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest But meanwhile me and Pimp is ducking haters
The old manager calling and say he sue And put a padlock on the everything we to do Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people
He made a call to and folks, telling the man You cut UGK some slack understand Young got the plan, Bun got the drawl Rap-A-Lot had our and we just waiting on Jive
We got the big bosses on the same So me and young Pimp hit 'em from center stage Next thing you know we got this call the N.Y. It's saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em
Number one song on station you turn on MTV and BET we our burn on Grammy nominated can't believe we made it And we got a from Jive that left us all faded
And it stated, that due to the success of the We here at records, would like to piggy back Get another beat from Timb, then get a from Jay Let Hype shoot the video and be on the way
it sounded okay, but me I had to ask If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, you still put us on blast A song like that take a nigga to the top But my true fan base, might a nigga flop
They got mad and put on hold For damn near a year till the buzz got So we said fuck 'em and went back to the to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix
We put "Dirty Money" together and it was But around the time that Pimp caught two cases He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes" We finish the album, got ready to do a couple
And then he violated, one month before we And shit just got put on hold or stopped Now 30 days done, we back to the Album got released, big in Chocolate City
Niggaz with on, vests and all black It's Christmas 2000 and 1, we was all that Strongest on the block, nobody could And he violated, now we right back before the judge
They him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't home since Threw a nigga through a loop and me in the crosses Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking
Had the on my back, got to drinking and drugging Had to a choice, get back to rapping or thugging So I walked my bedroom, got down on my knees Put my hands together and I prayed please
Let me get past this bridge water that's trouble And get up on my grind on the double He said son worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem And I can turn your nightmares back dreams
You just got to stay to yourself and succeed Then away from the devil and get closer to me And every that night man I promise I been on it Giving that killer flow to anybody who it Pimp the pen like before, I'm breaking 'em G
Not to I got the world screaming free Pimp C So soon as you make and they open the doors You ain't gotta about nothing, the world is yours no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe I kept it because to me it's UGK for life