[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit dont come back right
Thats how niggaz get popped
Tryna get the cheaper price
Watch yo paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz aint livin right
Keep yo pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hunerds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get blowed, throwed

[Bun B]
When I came in the door, I said it befo
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it aint just for the show
Im blessed from the do, and known for my stidile
send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I aint sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I wont, no I cant
Stop it and no I dont
Cause a bitch know I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Young Jeezy (adlibs)]

(You already know what it is nigga.
Snowman 16-5 a piece yea nigga U.S.D.A.)

I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minute man do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lights and wa-laow
There go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my Nextel chirp all day (AYE!)
got me ridin dirty, three nines at a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn. We only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you Im thug, ha ha

So far Im tourin on foreign land
Worldwide Im known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder streets Im a wanted man
(But the flows like dope) So its on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
Im retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
Hes off his rocker, hes a lil schitz
Throw it like a football, Hov used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like grannys good shawl
Sure, yall niggaz want war
Yall got it backwards, yall should want raw
Yall should want more (And more, and more - uhh!)

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

• bun b feat pimp c, young jeezy, jay-z & z-ro - get throwed (34)