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Say, this is the realist shit |
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I ever wrote or |
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I saidWake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed |
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Hurting my heart and hanging over my head' |
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Bout the realest nigga these |
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Texas streets ever bred |
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C L Butler better known as |
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Chad or Pimp |
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CThe closest homeboy that |
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I ever had |
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Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page |
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From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age |
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Two young boys who was ready to mash |
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Put P A on the map and maybe make a little cash |
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Jumped down with |
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Big Tyme, put down a few songs |
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Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong |
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Then hit the streets with a big ass bang |
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Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang |
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Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live |
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Shit, next thing you know we was signing to |
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JiveDropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" |
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Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on |
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Got, love in the streets and played on the air |
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But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair |
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Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team |
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But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems |
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We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows |
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But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes |
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We didn't realize what was happening on the real |
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And new management was cutting back room deals |
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Hiding different money and concealing the price |
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He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice |
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Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing |
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But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins |
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Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes |
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The next thing you know, |
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IRS hitting us with axes |
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Pimp you owe seven figures, |
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Bun you owe six |
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Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed |
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Remixed the management team and tried it ourself |
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Cussed out the |
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GM, almost got put on the shelf |
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Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the |
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SouthReclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth |
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Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest |
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But meanwhile me and |
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Pimp is still ducking haters |
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The old manager calling and say he fina' sue |
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And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do |
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Put a call out to the |
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Prince, this nigga still hating |
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We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting |
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He made a call to [Incomprehensible] and folks, telling the man |
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You gotta cut |
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UGK some slack understand |
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Young Pimp got the plan, |
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Bun got the drawl |
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Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on |
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JiveWe got the big bosses on the same page |
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So me and young |
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Pimp went hit 'em from center stage |
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Next thing you know we got this call from the |
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N.Y.It's Jay- |
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Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly |
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He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from |
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TimbAnd wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him |
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Shit big Bun was all for it, but |
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Pimp wasn't sure |
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But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187- |
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PureNumber one song on every station you turn on |
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MTV and BE |
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T we getting our burn on |
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Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it |
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And we got a call from |
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Jive that left us all faded |
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And it stated, that due to the success of the track |
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We here at |
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Jive records, would like to piggy back |
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Get another beat from |
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Timb, then get a verse from |
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JayLet Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way |
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Shit it sounded okay, but me |
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I had to ask |
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If we don't do |
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Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast |
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A song like that might take a nigga to the top |
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But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop |
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They got mad and put niggaz on hold |
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For damn near a year till the buzz got cold |
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So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics |
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Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix |
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We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces |
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But that's around the time that |
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Pimp caught two cases |
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He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes" |
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We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows |
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And then he violated, one month before we dropped |
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And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped |
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Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty |
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Album got released, big showdown in |
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Chocolate |
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CityNiggaz with masks on, vests and all black |
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It's Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that |
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Strongest on the block, nobody could budge |
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And then he violated, now we right back before the judge |
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They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence |
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It was January 28th, he ain't been home since |
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Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses |
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Standing cold, |
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CEO, now I'm the fucking boss |
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Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging |
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Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging |
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So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees |
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Put my hands together and |
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I prayed Lord please |
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Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble |
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And get back up on my grind on the double |
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He said son don't worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem |
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And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams |
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You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed |
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Then push away from the devil and get closer to me |
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And every since that night man |
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I promise |
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I been on it |
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Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it |
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Pimp the pen like never before, |
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I'm breaking 'em |
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GNot to mention |
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I got the world screaming free |
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Pimp CSo soon as you make parole and they open the doors |
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You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours |
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Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe |
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I kept it real because to me it's |
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UGK for life |