[Master P]
 Yo C Murder
 Nigga you woke?
 Keep your eyes on the road nigga
 Pass the weed (ok)
 We gon' head up interstate 10
 We gon' pick up Pimp C  and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
 We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
 We gon' handle our business
 We gon' smoke
 We gon' make it back to the N.O.
 Cuz u know whut?
 Us South niggaz don't playa hate
 We got love from the South  East, West, to the Nizorth
 But it's your time baby
 We gon' handle our business
 And we gonna do this shit like g'z
 We gonna represent the gizame
 Ya heard me?
 [Pimp C]
 This game fucked up
 I ain't got no friends
 I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
 Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga
 Down to put my .45 to his Hillfiger
 Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
 Take that nine everytime and I ain't tryin' dyin'
 Niggaz dyin' Port Arthur (huh nigga what?)
 You Think that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
 Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
 UGK and C-Murder
 Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
 Bout to fade to platinum
 Smoke some dank and some drank
 But bitch luv me when I come to your city
 Serve my dick out her pussy
 and bust my nuts on her titties
 Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
 With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
 Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
 and make a pimp bitch
 and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)
 [chorus x4]
 I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
 Lay down on the flo' (flo')
 Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
 [Bun B]
 They try to run up in the manger (run up)
 Now hold oon Bun B
 I see me P and C in danger (danger)
 Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers
 Fuckin' with me and my middle finga.
 But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
 But I Gotta bust my magnums
 Gotta gage these pistols
 Hand grenades, and land mines
 chopper smoke bombs and missiles
 Some of them bitches whistle
 Some of them bitches silent
 But all them bitches handle business
 All of them violent
 Bout it bout it and dangerous
 soldiers that wanna gang with us
 Bang with us, hang with us
 get that No Limit slang with us
 I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
 so get the chip off your shoulder
 feature this
 I done told yah
 Hold you hostage in your own apartment complex
 Nigga I can see that you got plicked
 Sit down and take a time trip
 this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
 the fear in your eyes I see
 bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
 [chorus x2]
 [C-Murder]
 Lay it down muthafucka
 Everybody gotta go
 Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
 When I kick in the doe'
 Nigga I'm mad at the world
 for my lack of havin' papers
 Fuck the law and the cops
 Cuz I'm down for a caper
 [Master P]
 Some say we dangerous
 Especially when we broke
 I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
 I just live for confetti
 You see I'm daily like Freddy
 You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
 [C-Murder]
 I got too much choice in my head
 I wanna take my own life
 My last chance is a 211 (what)
 But it got me thankin' twice (fuck that)
 It's a drought right now
 So these drugs ain't happenin'
 And if it wasn't for No Limit
 there would be no money or rapping.
 [Master P]
 You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z
 The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
 You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
 keep your eyez on your enemies
 Stack some chips and get out man.
 [C-Murder]
 Give me a ski-mask, a 9
 I'll be a down ass nigga
 And watch me pull a flee-flicker
 And make my cheese get bigger
 If I get caught I'm facing 25, but that don't mean shit
 Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
 Nigga 2 shots in the air
 Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke
 And if you bout i make a move
 nigga, everybody gotta go
 Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
 And Texas hooked up
 C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
 Now Nigga what?
 [chorus till fade