[T Mo]
 Tell it.
 Tell it.
 Let em know.
 Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
 [Khujo]
 Chorus
 Talk how you wanna talk  hang where you wanna hang
 Slang where you wanna slang  Goodie Mob and C Murder man x2
 [Khujo]
 A soldier out that N.O. camp
 Meets the Goodreese  Gods finest cause he don't make no trash
 Pop us in your CD changer when you mash
 Exemplery  brothers droppin brothers like the white man
 Shoot street, we won't, so get back
 Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
 Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love
 Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
 Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
 I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin
 [T-Mo]
 Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
 Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures
 Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
 Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
 From the Twats to the Third Ward
 Shippin them tens across the board like keys
 Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans
 Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
 Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight
 [Khujo]
 Chorus x2
 [Big Gipp]
 Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
 Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
 Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
 Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
 Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
 With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
 Good bye night please, what you think
 Murder can a nigga get up in a tree
 [C-Murder]
 Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell
 Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
 That many bitches wanna roll with us
 But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
 Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
 Jackie Chan
 Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
 You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
 Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
 Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
 T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio
 And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
 And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at
 [Cee-Lo]
 Oh, suga suga please, take it eazy eaz,
 Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
 Talkin bout the day ?? your tippin the scale
 I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
 Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
 I'm a let C-Murda make your teeth turn red
 I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
 Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget
 [Khujo]
 Chorus x4