[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin' Goddamn fool
I came to sweep you off yo Goddamn feet
Now pass that Sweet and get back
Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that shit at
Click-clack, that's that pistol
Bullets cuttin' wind, make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it's yo' dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts n***a, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn't cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family to handle these n***as
Because we are the worst
You bitch n***as laid yo' eyes on
I'm so fo' sure
That these G's goin' 4 fo' 4, and blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know
[Hook: Master P]
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's

[Verse 2: Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I'm 'bout it ('bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on the n***a that talkin' shit
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other n***as
'Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all n***as gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo' n***as in the game than a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's
Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them n***as in the projects be ballin' (ballin')
Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate n***as like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin' band I'd be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope (Calliope)
Where them n***as boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a fuck about a ho
And n***as stuntin' on that water (water)
You know we 'bout it, 'bout it
Don't give a fuck about seein' no motherfuckin' tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop 'til them motherfuckin' Saints go marchin' in
[Hook]

[Silkk the Shocker]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin' mail (mail)
Gold on my ride, front, back, side-to-side
You know a n***a all about them sales
I don't fuck around with them n***as that front and stunt
N***a ain't ask yo bitch ass to come
I'm from that Third Ward n***a (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea'
For them n***as that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change n***a
Uh, I think not
'Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same Glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when U.G.K, Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
'Cause I'mma be the man to stand
I'm bound to make a mill'
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard
But y'all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And bitch I'm out
[Hook]

[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four eighteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front
'Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'
N***as tryin' to get the cheese
But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud
Because she like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
'Cause I be comin' down, n***a my heart be true
I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that Screw
N***a what's up with you
I left it wet for ya n***a, he had it comin' though
I represent my shit 'cause n***a I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin'
That we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keepin' food in my mouth
In case you bitches ain't heard of us
N***a, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I'm down with Ricky Royal and the motherfuckin' Flush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin' Organized Noize boy, what's up

[Hook x4]

[Outro: Pimp C]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' n***as in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know n***as be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you, huh
Comin' down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy, ha ha