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Say, is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my and hanging over my head
'Bout the realest nigga Texas streets ever bred

C L Butler better known as Chad or C
The homeboy that I ever had
Now when we met, we wasn't on the same page
pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to
Put P A on the map and maybe a little cash
down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed that we could do no wrong

hit the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and live
Shit, next you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" we had it going on
Got, love in the streets and on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too

Had to ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a full of killer flows
But then we got caught up the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what was happening on the
And new management was back room deals
Hiding money and concealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was
But by the time we did, all the was in ruins
kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with

Pimp you owe figures, Bun you owe six
Better get paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and it ourself
out the GM, almost got put on the shelf

Fuck it, "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's
Got some clout in the game, boys us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still haters

The old calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we to do
Put a call out to the Prince, nigga still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't the people waiting

He made a call to and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK slack understand
Young got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on

We got the big bosses on the same
So me and young went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a from Timb
And could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em

Number one on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our on
Grammy nominated can't that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that us all faded

And it stated, that due to the of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse Jay
Let shoot the video and we'll be on the way

it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on
A song like that might take a to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga

They got mad and put niggaz on
For damn near a till the buzz got cold
So we said 'em and went back to the basics
to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking
Now 30 done, we back to the nitty-gritty
got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
It's Christmas 2000 and 1, we was all that
on the block, nobody could budge
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
a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking

Had the on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my
Put my hands together and I prayed please

Let me get past this bridge over water that's
And get back up on my grind on the
He said son don't worry 'cause not really hard as it seem
And I can turn nightmares back into dreams

You got to stay true 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
that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm 'em G

Not to I got the world screaming free Pimp C
So as you make parole and they open the doors
You gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real to me it's UGK for life