Akickdoe! (feat. Pimp, Bun B, C-Murder & Master P)

Yo C-Murder

****, you woke?

Keep your eyes on the road, ****

Pass the weed (Okay)

We gon' head up Interstate 10

We gon' pick up Pimp-C and Bun B (That's my **** 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.

'Cause you know what?

Us South **** don't playa hate

We got love from the South, to the East, to the West, to the Niz-orth

But it's your time, now baby

We gon' handle our business

And we gonna do this shit like G's

We gonna represent the game, ya heard me?

This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends

I done spend my last seventy-thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz

Uh, and I'm a trill ****

Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger

Lay it down, motherfucka, 'cause I'm bustin' for mine

Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'

**** down in Port Arthur (Huh, **** what?)

Think that I'm playin? (Huh, **** what?)

Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'

UGK and C-Murder

Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)

'Bout to fade the platinum

Smoke some dank and some drank

Your bitch love me when I come to your city

Serve my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts on her titties

Uh, 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 **** (Mind right)

And make a pimp rich (What?)

And never put trust in no trick-ass bitch

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

They try to run up in the manger (Run up)

The home of Bun B

I see me, P, and C, in danger (Danger)

Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers (Rangers)

Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finga')

But to this shit **** we ain't strangers (Strangers)

Pull high-calibers and magnums (Magnums)

Gotta gage these pistols (Pistols)

Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)

Chopper, pipe-bombs, and missiles (Missiles)

Some of them bitches whistle

Some of them bitches silent  (Boom)

But all them bitches handle they business all of 'em violent

Bout-it, bout-it, and dangerous

Soldiers that wanna gang with us

Do you thang with us, hang with us

Get that No Limit slang with us

I came to bust every ass in my way, til it's over

So get that chip off your shoulder

Fix your lip I done told yah

We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex

****, I can see that you got plex

Sit down and take a time trip (**** what?)

This ain't nothin' to sneeze at

The fear in your eyes I see that

Bitch where the keys and the jeeps at?

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

Lay it down motherfucka

Everybody gotta go (What?)

Gimme the loot is what I tell 'em

When I kick in the door

**** I'm made at the world

From my lack of havin' paper

Fuck the law and the cops

'Cause I'm down for my gangsters

Some say we dangerous

Especially we broke

I'm mo' deadly than the dope fiend fiendin' for dope

I just live for confetti

You seem I'm deadly like Freddy

I run through your house

And leave it messy like Betsy

I got too much stress in my head (Ha-ha)

I wanna take my own life (What?)

My last chance is 2-11

But it got me thinkin' twice

There's a drought right now

So these drugs ain't happenin'

And if it wasn't for No Limit

There'd be no money in rappin'

You see my boy had an apartment full of ki's and G's

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 eyes on your enemies

Stack some chips and get out man

Give me a ski-mask, a .9

I'll be a down-ass **** (What?)

And watch me pull a flea-flicker

And make my cheese get bigger

If I get caught I'm facin' 25, but that don't mean shit

'Cause if I goto jail it's gotta be better than livin' like this

****, two shots in the air

'Cause I ain't 'bout bein' broke (Fuck that)

And if you 'bout to make a move

****, everybody gotta go

Just some bout-it **** from New Orleans

With tapes hooked up (What? Huh, **** what?)

C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now **** what? (What?)

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (Uhh)

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go

I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe!

Lay down on the floor