Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
 And you know what i'm tired of?
 I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
 So if you see one you know what you do?

 Chorus:
 Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
 Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
 Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
 Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em
 (repeat)

 (Pimp C)
 Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
 For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
 I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
 People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas
 Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
 If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper
 To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
 So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
 This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress
 I'm young pimpathal author and we done passed the test
 And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
 And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'
 Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo'
 Want my momey up front when we come for the show
 Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine
 So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind
 Fuck Nigga

 Chorus

 (Ludacris)
 Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man
 I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan
 Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain
 And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
 It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
 Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
 I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page
 My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
 And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs
 So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs
 I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
 You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
 You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport
 You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports
 And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
 Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
 They said

 Chorus

 (Bun-B)
 Say nigga you think it's a joke?
 Trill niggas be going for broke
 Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
 And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
 I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard
 Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments
 All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
 Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me
 And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be
 huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
 Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
 Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
 Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
 So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
 I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one
 Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma
 When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
 Millenium murda master nigga I ain't new to this
 So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
 You just

 Chorus

 ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
 (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
 Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
 (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
 Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
 (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
 Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas
 (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em