(Terrance and Phillip)
 U N C L E fuck you  Uncle Fucka....Do right!

 Hey  hey
 ugh
 Slip n slide  nigga...

 (Chorus x2)
 Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
 Shut yo fucking face

 (Verse 1  Trick Daddy)
 Everybody wanna be the big boy
 Sling king with the biggest names in the game
 In the wood grains big grins big chains
 big things on the big mane
 Motherfuckers done lost they brain
 This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done
 Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now
 Cuz you the one now
 That they be talking bout when they hanging out
 Trying to play ya how to drain you out
 Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out
 Think it's the game about, sheit
 Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
 They probably been in the grave or ?? from the heat of the cage
 Them niggas is dead

 (Chorus x2)

 (Verse 2, Trina)
 Did I approve for you to talk to me?
 Motherfuckers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em
 First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em
 No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg
 Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg
 But you could bet dogg
 That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work
 Two clips inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first
 fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm...
 I need my ???? Lee tight figero
 White gold with the X and O's
 You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe
 Oh you don't know?

 (Verse 3, Trick Daddy)
 Y'all betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose
 I got a lot to prove, so fuck motherfuckers and hoes
 Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues
 And break the rules, Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down
 Think you can hold me down
 Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now
 Since I'm in Dolby now
 Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em
 And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims
 And run up in 'em [what]
 These bitches they all the same
 These bitches they all for change
 These bitches got game

 (Chorus x2)

 (Verse 4, Trick Daddy)
 If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
 Broke bitches wanna know why I say that
 If the going price is right and not too high
 Goddammit, I'll pay that
 I want two or three or four of 'em
 So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em
 See my hoes horny get my flow on
 With dough you can't go wrong
 I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know
 Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas
 That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass
 My overtime niggas be grabbin it
 My doggs on the bow ain't having it
 Plus down south niggas got AK's
 'Cuz when you raise the day you be savages

 (Chorus x4