[T-Mo]
   Tell it.
   Tell it.
   Let em know.
   Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
   [Khujo]
   Chorus
   Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang
   Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man x2
   [Khujo]
   A soldier out that N.O. camp
   Meets the Goodreese, Gods finest cause he don't make no trash
   Pop us in your CD changer when you mash
   Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man
   Shoot street, we won't, so get back
   Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
   Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love
   Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
   Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
   I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin
   [T-Mo]
   Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
   Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures
   Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
   Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
   From the Twats to the Third Ward
   Shippin them tens across the board like keys
   Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans
   Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
   Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight
   [Khujo]
   Chorus x2
   [Big Gipp]
   Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
   Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
   Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
   Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
   Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
   With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
   Good bye night please, what you think
   Murder can a nigga get up in a tree
   [C-Murder]
   Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell
   Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
   That many bitches wanna roll with us
   But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
   Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
   Jackie Chan
   Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
   You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
   Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
   Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
   T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio
   And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
   And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at
   [Cee-Lo]
   Oh, suga suga please, take it eazy eaz,
   Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
   Talkin bout the day ?? your tippin the scale
   I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
   Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
   I'm a let C-Murda make your teeth turn red
   I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
   Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget
   [Khujo]
   Chorus x4