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