Bye!

Breaker breaker one-nine, runnin from the one-time

They on my ass, they don't like the way I done mine

While I do mine, I'm on a true grind

They was bound to hate a nigga like me and do time

A real nigga, a trill nigga

A "down to get down, don't make me have to kill" nigga

Cause I will nigga, on the real nigga

Hit you in ya back from waist down you won't feel nigga

When that banana clip peel nigga

It drop tall, short, big and lil' niggaz

Then it drop house niggaz and field niggaz

So you better watch your back, we on your hill nigga

So you best be on your toe nigga

We layin down real niggaz and hoe niggaz

Layin down his niggaz and yo' niggaz

Them niggaz, those niggaz, anything goes niggaz

Catch you at the studio or at the show nigga

Comin out the barbershop or jewelry sto' nigga

At the Chevron or at the Texaco nigga

Wit'cha main bitch, or wit'cha side hoe nigga

Waitin at the front, back and side do' nigga

Soon as we see ya you know we lettin go nigga

And we don't care about the set you throw nigga

Or the hood you represent, what fo' nigga?

You got fo' niggaz? You need mo' niggaz

So bring a friend, maybe ten, even though nigga

And even then nigga, you can't win nigga

Not when you tryin to fuck with B-U-N nigga

I got them fresh up out the pen' niggaz

who don't give a fuck about goin back in nigga

And you don't wanna know where they been nigga

And you don't wanna go where they send niggaz

Cause whenever they begin nigga

They ain't stoppin 'til your heartbeat end nigga

So ain't no need to pretend nigga

Like we cool, you ain't my motherfuckin friend nigga

You way down with me, you're my men nigga

So we can get it poppin, just say when nigga

I come around the bend and straight bend niggaz

Take your blood in the mud and make it blend nigga

Now watch the chopper slug spin niggaz

Like Michael Joe Jackson singin "Ben" nigga

And when I check you on your chin nigga

It's R.I.P. for you just like him nigga

Reppin P.A.T. live from Houston nigga

And we don't give a fuck, we gets it in nigga

Cause we off niggaz, then we in niggaz

Like Frankie "Man Down Code 10" nigga

Blowin stanky puttin 'dro up in the wind nigga

Pass the cup, I'm 'bout to po' me up some Henn' nigga

Pimp has slept the same way, I pimp the pen nigga

And God only made one, it's no twin nigga

The closest thing to me was my brother nigga

And after me, there will never be another nigga

Not a tighter nigga, or a tougher nigga

Or a righter nigga, or a rougher nigga

That'll leave a chicken-hearted nigga smothered nigga

And if you didn't know then you finna discover nigga

While we make these pussy niggaz run for cover nigga

They screamin for they daddy and they fuckin mother nigga

Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff[?] a nigga

This Rap-A-Lot, the mob ain't tryin to cuff a nigga

They even sendin undercover niggaz

That's why you gettin stuffed up in the duffle nigga

So spy all you wanna spy nigga

And keep on tryin all the fuck you wanna try nigga

Not me and my niggaz, you know why nigga?

This UGK for life until we die nigga

That's true stories, no lie nigga

Bet yo' ass you can put that on P-I nigga

We gon' ride for H-Town like G.I. nigga

And got no love for a motherfuckin C.I. nigga

Naw, you ain't gettin in, is you high nigga?

We been keepin game, you ain't sly nigga

My pistol never jam like it's Guy nigga

And it's known to make a nigga's momma cry nigga

Trill niggaz known to make the slugs fly nigga

Them bullets droppin like it's rain from the sky nigga

And when it's over ain't no need in askin why nigga

You gettin no reply nigga, bye nigga!