(feat. Chris Ward, Clay-Doe)



[talking:]

Uh-huh uh uh, yeah yeah (bout to break some'ing off)

You now tuned in, to the Dirty 3rd district the Southside of H-Town

Yeah and look, I'm bout to rip this here beat

I wanna give a shout out, to the C.M.B. Cash Money Millionaires

You know, I like what they did Lil' Wayne you fly on this one here

Mannie you fresh than a mo'fucker, it's your boy

I'm C. Ward around these here parts, yeah-yeah (C. Weezy)

All of that and some, some'ing like that, yeah-yeah yeah



[Chris Ward:]

You see I'm some'ing like a playa, some'ing like a G

I bet some'ing on some'ing, you ain't nothing like me

So stop fronting like you me, saying you C. Ward

Cause the streets gon keep me laced, like a pair of Nikes

The hustle plus those that hate, is what entice me

You wanna know mo' bout C. Weez, let me give you some advice G

I say the hustle plus those that hate, is what entice me

You wanna know mo' bout C. Weez, let me give you some advice G

Me low Caddy coupe, top look ricey

Cherry red gold, and all the stones is icey

I dropped out for this shit here, it's kinda pricey

Plus majors keep calling around here, trying to price me

Now when I rap, I don't speak nicely

For the fact, the way I act is just kinda sheisty

I like my women fine, they attitude is spicey

Hot at all times, like some crooked trick dice be

I'm smooth like Avon, better yet like Rayon

I'm the veteran rookie, why else you think I'm playing

It's pussycat niggaz like you, that we prey on

And the jewelry box I got, look like it's sponsored by Crayon

I got the whole, world tipsy

Leaning off the shit that I drink, except my name's not J-Kwon

I'm the B.G. of this click, and I'm holding it down

For those, who been representing it since day one

And that's why, I do what I do

For the late great DJ Screw, whoo

Fronting around here, will get your neck clipped off

I ain't bout taking no shorts, or no rip off's

I'm bout to button up the top, and straight tip off

Like a scratched up c.d., I'm about to skip off

Track down here, and use to we whip soft

In the hardcore crack you get it, we whip soft

And I don't know if you understand, or is you feeling my slang

Though it's not Lil' Wayne, I'm bout my cash money mayn

You see I'm fresh like Mannie, with a three story compressed

Into a one story flat, being built right now you understand me



[Clay-Doe:]

Hold up, before and through

Get the motherfucking lighters back lit, for DJ Screw

Niggaz don't know, bout that H-O-U

It's like the whole 4-4-2, is hating on you

Who walk identicle twins, to his talk black

And got identicle glocks, in his raw black

Living murder you heard of, but of no dirt crack

And we serving them birds boy, we don't know how to act

I heard from the 3rd, got no problems with that

Matter of fact, let's get to the bottom of the facts

Catch Doe-shis, in the bottle with some crack

Hand painted from the top, to the bottom of the pack

Smoking that la-la, till the bottom of the sack

Extended clip, hanging out the bottom of the Mack

Trying to jack get hit, with the bottom of the gat

Choo-choo look fools, at the bottom of the track

Who-do's to 22's, on the bottom of the Lac

Bitch licking from the top, to the bottom of my tap

From the bottom of the rack, hit the bottom of the cat

And relax, and get that mind back on all do's

Take the Volvo, with the cargo

In the car do', rain daddy Wells Fargo

I got hands 'cross the land, like a bar code

A look in mirror, looking for some convo

Am I the realest, if I ain't nigga I don't know

You don't know, I'll tell you Doe

The Don, from the 3 Ward

Young C. Ward, and my S.U.C. squad bitch