A nigga ready from the get go(blowe  blowe  blowe)
 Y'all hear my shit go  it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play?
 Stay in your little hole  then coward duck your head
 You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
 Is what I say  best run the other way
 In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
 My kitchen full of heat  if you can't take the temp
 Make yourself exempt
 Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck
 Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
 By gettin blasted, how drastic
 They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
 I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw(naw, naw)
 I take that back, that's my problem
 Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin
 As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome
 Step up nigga, if you want some

 Chorus(2X)
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
 It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)

 [Big Boi]
 Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
 It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
 I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
 Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
 I used to sell dope, but in 1994
 I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
 But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
 About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
 She had me makin better grades to make a better life
 But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
 I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
 I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
 It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
 I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
 I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
 So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts(retreat)
 I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
 Just an international playa, comin through your stereo

 Chorus(2X):

 [Dre]
 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
 Cuz I'mma po' kid
 So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me
 When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street
 But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
 Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go
 But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
 Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
 On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
 Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
 They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
 Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
 One is in mid-air and one is the chamber
 Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger
 Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day
 At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
 You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch
 Just let you know, yeah

 Chorus(2X):

 [Big Boi]
 It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin
 No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
 I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun
 And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun
 I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up
 after clip
 And after again, if I feel it
 The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
 See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
 So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin
 You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
 1-2-3, you need to think about the future
 Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead
 >From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave
 You fuckin slave, you better try another way
 To take me out, is truly something difficult
 Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
 I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
 I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
 You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do

 Chorus(2X)

 Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin...
 Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz
 Around the East Point way
 College Park is really on the map
 We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
 With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks
 Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop