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

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

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

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

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

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

We didn't realize was happening on the real
And new management was cutting room deals
Hiding different money and the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the slice

a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in
Nigga kept all the receipts so we file taxes
The thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes

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

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 is still ducking haters

The old calling and say he fina' sue
And put a on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we keep the people waiting

He made a call to and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack
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 page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from stage
Next thing you know we got this call the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz fly

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

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

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

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

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

We put "Dirty Money" and it was aces
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 before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or stopped
Now 30 days done, we to the nitty-gritty
got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody budge
And then he violated, now we right 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 a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the boss

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

You just got to stay true to and succeed
Then push from the devil and get closer to me
And every that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like before, I'm breaking 'em G

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