[talking]

DJ Bull, Dirty 3rd Records

Chalie Boy & Tite, Still Standin'

Two of the thoedest niggaz in the South

This how it go down, Chalie Boy come on



[Chalie Boy]

I done jumped in, and I done fucked up the game

If my rope get dull, I'ma bust for my change

And my piece, so make sure it glow

Pants with the crease, with a limp I walk slow

Make sure you know I speak English, but ain't from England

Chalie laugh and say I'm short, and walk like a penguin

It don't matter, cause I leave her body tingling

Walking in the club, she on my arm when I'm mingling

Cell phone ringing, who could it be

Don't answer it, if it ain't nobody from the D3

Raw-J, Big Red, Ake or Lil Sho

Tite, Bull, Sir Coop, or Big Rob the Rhino

My shine don't glow, I spit hot flow

If you ain't a dime though, let knuckles hit my do'

I got's to go, so I'ma holla at you later

Fuck all you frauds, and fuck all you haters



[Tite]

I'm back on the scene, Hennessey got me lean

Feeling like a Outkast, so fresh and clean

Chrome spinners, 24's they winners

Princess cuts in my mouth, I got show the grinners

I hit the gas spot, making hoes pass out

Full tank of unleaded, then I smash out

We still standing in the line, back on this grind

We been gone for some time, but give me back what's mine

It's the Tite, holla at me when you see me

I'm on the cut still thuggish, still greasy

You wanna be me, naw dog up your flow

I spit hits, while y'all cats just bust a flow

It's the Texas way, Dirty 3rd Records way

I'm bone hard if you want it, come and step this way

Nigga we off the chain, Tite and Chalie running thangs

We can't stop won't stop, we keep it coming mayn



[gun shots]