Letras: Fiend. Slangin'.

Yo, what's up nigga? This the colonel, MP
But uh Fiend nigga it's your muthafuckin' time to shine
You gon' mix this shit up with bun B and pimp C
U.G.K. and Fiend, this straight for all the niggas in the hood

Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentiary
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin' free
This for all the real niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit

You muthafucka, I don't feel where you comin' from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch

It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin' for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon' bust your bubble on the double

Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene

Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin' up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker

The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
But we shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
'Cause we tryin', to get rid a all you haters
And you muthafuckin' bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end

Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone

Keep this shit pumped, get to pop the trunk
Feelin' light headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and love that shit to lean
I'm down with DJ screw and bitch it's U.G.K. and Fiend

And we ridin' with some killas, niggas 'bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers and bitches like piranhas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas
And you muthafuckin' pussy ass bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

What's the sense of it all?
Pimpin', powder, and pussy tryin' to make pennies
Payin' off, so friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin' these niggas the Jones way

Let the Psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop 'em since the incubator
My life is droppin' heron, at the Sharon lookin', death dead on
Knowin' I was dead wrong

From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always claimin' tank
Niggas know N.O., dank, and elevate

My rank, what you call it? Bustin' out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin', blowin' up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin', resist the no limit and stashin' a duster
Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we gettin' rid of bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Go mutherfuckers