Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said 

Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed 

Hurting my heart and hanging over my head 

Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred 

C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C 

The closest homeboy that I ever had 

Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page 

From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age 

Two young boys who was ready to mash 

Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash 

Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs 

Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong 

Then hit the streets with a big ass bang 

Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang 

Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live 

Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive 

Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" 

Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on 

Got love in the streets and played on the air 

But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair 

Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team 

But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems 

We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows 

But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes 

We didn't realize what was happening on the real 

And new management was cutting back room deals 

Hiding different money and ever sealing the price 

He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice 

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing 

But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins 

Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes 

The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes 

Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six 

Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed 

Remixed the management team and tried it ourself 

Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf 

Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South 

Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth 

Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest 

But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters 

The old manager calling and say he fina' sue 

And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do 

Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating 

We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting 

He made a call to ?? and folks, telling the man 

You gotta cut UGK some slack understand 

Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl 

Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive 

We got the big bosses on the same page 

So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage 

Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y. 

It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly 

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb 

And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him 

Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure 

But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure 

Number one song on every station you turn on 

MTV and BET we getting our burn on 

Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it 

And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded 

And it stated, that due to the success of the track 

We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back 

Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay 

Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way 

Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask 

If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast 

A song like that would might take a nigga to the top 

But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop 

They got mad and put niggaz on hold 

For damn near a year till the buzz got cold 

So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics 

Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix 

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces 

But that's 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 shows 

And then he violated, one month before we dropped 

And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped 

Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty 

Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City 

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black 

It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that 

Strongest on the block, nobody could budge 

And then he violated, now we right back before the judge 

They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence 

It was January 28th, he ain't been home since 

Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses 

Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss 

Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging 

Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging 

So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees 

Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please 

Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble 

And get back up on my grind on the double 

He said son don't worry 

Cause it's not really hard as it seem 

And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams 

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed 

Then push away from the devil and get closer to me 

And every since that night man I promise I been on it 

Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it 

Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G 

Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C 

So soon as you make parole and they open the doors 

You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours 

Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe 

I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life