I'm A King .......... P$C (The remix, featuring T.I. / Lil Scrappy)

Swerve .......... Lil' Boosie / Webbie

Microphone Skit .......... Djay / Pawn Shop Owner

It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp .......... Terrence Howard (featuring Taraji P. Henson)

Tell Me Why .......... 8Ball / MJG

Pussy Niggaz .......... E-40 (featuring Bohagon / Lil Scrappy)

Whoop That Trick .......... Djay

Bum Guy Skit .......... Djay / Arnel's Drunk

Man Up .......... Trillville

Carbon 15's, A.K.'s & Mac 11's .......... Boyz N Da Hood

Lil' Daddy .......... Chopper

Let's Get A Room .......... Nasty Nardo

Booty Language .......... Juvenile / Skip & Wacko

Bad Chick .......... Webbie / Trina (remix)

We In Charge Skit .......... Djay / Nola

Hustle And Flow (It Ain't Ovah) .......... Terrence Howard

Still Tippin' .......... Mike Jones / Nicole Wray (It's A Man's World remix)

Murder Game .......... P$C

Get Crunk, Get Buck .......... Al Kapone

Man Ain't Like A Dog Skit .......... Djay

[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth

[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sangin
They be hatin cause I'm famous {?} what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: P$C]
Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlers out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimples

[Chorus]

[T.I.] I'm a king

Weebie:
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right

Lil Boosie:
You ain't never had sh** (yea) swerve on
for ya daddy in tha pin (yea)
Swerve on em
Acting bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on em
hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on em
Lil Boosie:
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Acting bad, hoes hollin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools no I keep that thang ( I pack that thang)
There go that dawg spinnin' hard from lane to lane
Don't play no games cause I make you out to demonstration
Why you swerving' cause they hatin'
Why they hatin' cause you makin'
It's cash dawg, it's hatch dawg who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin to the ceiling' you ain't Rollin wit me
I got this swerving sh** from back in the day (back in da days)
When niggas on them p's and v's made you get out they way
HEY people hollin'why you act like this is it (why boo) em' pills?
Hell no it's that savvy sh** that I done lived
Keep it real, you be swerving to (swerving' to)
If yo sh** spinnin' bout a thousand hoes done heard of you
That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes (check this out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4'S
This how it goes

Bridge:
You by the clubswerve
You wit yo girlswerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve

(Chrous 2x)
You ain't never had sh** (uhun swerve on em')
for ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em')
Actin' bad on that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em')
Hit his block and act again fuckin nigga swerve on em'

Weebie:
I'm doin 55 in the burbon straight swerving
Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving
Hollin I'm a foo boy ya heard me straight swerving'
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving'
Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swerving
Head lights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swerving
I keep a ol' pistol on my lap while I swerve
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 659 with the slap while I'm swerving
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swerving
A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack ..big swerving
Smoking on some dolga early Monday and I been swerving since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swerving
sh** I done took my eyes up off the road while I was rubbin on that cat
Doing it big like that nigga swerving
It's all good we on the map
Baton rouge were ya at Swerve

(Chorus 2x)

You ain't never had sh** (uhun swerve on em')
for ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em')
Actin' bad off that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em')
Hit his block and act again fuckin nigga swerve on em'

Lil Boosie:
This for my dawgs in penitentiary (in the pin)
Who holla sh** like gutta gutta when you mention me
That Hennessey
Mane that hen got me swerving crazy (swerving crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil b hollin in the back (in da back)
I'm in my STS lil chuny in my otha lack
Don't f*** with hatch
Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross ( that Nina Ross)
It's on ya head, bi*** ya dead Ill pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss
In the Southside of Baton Rouge (Baton Rouge)
Where niggas swerving on them 20's and them 22's
We act a foo
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppas and them f***ing screens
Sippin that lin
Acting like I never had sh** (uhun)
bust yo head in trash pit
Wrap you up in plastic
Show yo ass magic
Abra cadbra cado
Here go lil boo
This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too
SSB swerve(bottom),UPT swerve(top)Park t, Easy t,
Cee Cee swerve Fairfield swerve,
Sherewood swerve every hood in baton rouge it's all good swerve

Swerve( swerve right) swerve( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve ( swerve left)swerve
(swerve Right)..swerve (swerve left)
swerve swerve (swerve right)
swerve (Swerve left) swerve (swerve right)
swerve (swerve left)
I never had
swerve
this for my daddy..
swerve
swerve I'm getting cash swerve
I act a ass swerve swerve (swerve right) swerve
( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve (swerve left) swerve swerve
swerve on em then

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[Chorus 2X: Shug - singing] + (Djay)
You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
[1] Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)
[2] Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)

[Djay]
In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah

[Chorus]

[Djay]
Man it seems like I'm duckin dodgin bullets everyday
Niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hoes on the tray
But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water
Couldn't keep up with my hoes, that's when shit got harder
North Memphis where I'm from, I'm 7th Street bound
Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found
Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head
They come hopin every night, they don't end up bein dead
Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah

[Chorus]

[Thanks to lordof4square@aol.com, sweet2beknown@yahoo.com for lyrics]

[8 Ball]
Yeah..
What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin?
Why you walkin out, where you think you goin?
You actin like you didn't, you knew what I was doin
3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin
Straight to my spot, a loft in the city
Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties
You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin
You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin
The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me
I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy
Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl
A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes
Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is
Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is
F'real, you know when I realized that I was wrong
When I wrote the words to this song

[Chorus: unnamed singer]
Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby
Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby
Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you down
I won't make the same mistakes again

[MJG]
Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women
And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin
I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin
With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin
I get a lot of phone numbers but don't really call 'em
Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here ballin
I know you picture me, laid up with these other women
Most of the time I'm not, occasionally I get 'em
Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart
Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot
But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it
Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin above it
But every unturned stone you had to touch it
Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted
But before I leave, look me in my eye
Don't cry, never lie..

[Chorus]

[8 Ball]
You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac
You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back
There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who done said
that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends
Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho'
Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes
Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through
This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you

[MJG]
I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio
Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go
We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key
No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee
Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy
Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be
meant to be chemistry between us and even though
you saw the bitches in my Beamer..

[Chorus]

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What (16x)

[Chorus]
Whoop that trick (16x)

[Djay]
I'ma make these suckers recognize I ain't playin' hoe
If you violate off the top trick you gotta go
I den held in a lot of shit and I'm bout to flip
Now I think it's time to show you bitches who you fuckin' with
DJay that's the name and I came to bring the pain
Ana on my chest got me bustin' at you lemon lames
You ain't know you fuckin' with a street nigga
From the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealer
Born and raised in the "M" Memphis Tennessee
Before it's said and done you bitches gon remember me
This only the beginning I got a lot to say
It's been a long time and you got hell to pay
Ain't no love hoe just bring it the door
I'm bar none let my nuts hang to the floor
So if you want some this is your death wish
Better come correct cause I came to break you off trick

[Chorus]

[Djay]
You think I won't beat that trick whoop that trick
Got me acting bucked and shit
Hoes telling me to calm down but I'm like fuck that shit
I'm already on that Hypnotiq and that Grey Goose
A couple shots of Hen that just gave me another boost
I'm feeling electrified you can see it in my eyes
Shirt soaking wet looking like I just got baptized
Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor store
But crunk like some sanctified folks catchin' the Holy Ghost
I don't think you understand this one right here might get banned
Setting off a riot like we living in afghanistan
But this the dirty dirty and that's the way it go
Security beat the mayne was acting like some hoes
But you den fucked up you better call the the law
I'ma break this Moet bottle cross your fucking jaw
And that's for anyone that's for everyone disrespected D
Watch your back boy cause you bout to get your ass beat

[Chorus]

[Djay]
I came to bust a nigga head leave him bloody red
Fighting for his life as they rush him to the Med
This what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw jacking got your ass in a bunch of shit
This that Memphis drama boy you know we came to get buck
I thought you came deep nigga where your backup
Your clique they some cowards they scattered out like roaches
That bottle cross your head got you leaking losing focus
See this is what we mean when we shut down the club
Niggaz started gangsta walking and we tear that bitch up
We some straight hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects
Fuck the police cause we know we the suspects
Make you wonder what's next bitch guard your grill
If they play this in the club then they beat yo ass for real
My advice would be to chill M-Town niggaz sick
Get caught without a warning and get your ass whooped quick bitch

[Chorus]
Whoop that trick (7x)

[Thanks to Elvenhage@hotmail.com, lordof4square@aol.com,
Pimptresstrisy@yahoo.com for lyrics]

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Intro:
You don't wanna do dat(x15)
(Don P talkin in background)

Chrous:
All dat talkin(x5) dat shit
Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3)
Man up muthafucka man up(x4)

Don P:
Now evabody wanna fuckin have they label
Wouldn't on da first shit to bring to da table
They in they own fantasy somethin like a fable
Handicap situations all disabled
I shut em down like a computer
Cause aint nobody fuckin wit da super producer
Coreleone trill town representatives
Fuck Don P man some of yall too senstative
But ya fuck me but nann day you gon touch me
Talkin bout Don P why you buckin
Man you need to chill out get to da money
I already got it and imma trill nigga I handle all my problems
Besides i'm all about respectin
Imma man before anybody checkin

Chrous

Lil Atlanta:
What you starin at this ain't no free show
You gon make me cock back hit ya ass in da door
You don't wanna do dat hear dem thangs clit-clat
Goes in ya thru da front comes out thru da back
Come and make my night love to talk hate to fight
Was you a bitch I was a bitch it don't go away ova night
Man up muthafucka man up i told you once before muthafucka stand up

Chrous

Dirty Mouth:
Now if you niggas keep playin you gon make a nigga tear a hole right thru yo chest
Is yo flesh i can see yo soul
You don't wanna do dat imma hit you wit a bat
Talkin all dat shit nigga and imma hit you wit da gack
17 times out da barrell on my 45
4 plus 5 equals 9 goin thru yo spine
Sit yo ass down hoe make a move you gotta go
Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show
Ain't playin no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit
Throwin up my middle finger grabbin on my own dick
Niggas thank they slick take yo pick
Which one you want bullets flyin thru yo house or goin straight thru yo door
Make yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand movements
Say dat your a G in these streets man you gotta prove in
Next time I see you talkin talkin shit imma rearrange yo mouth
And put yo ass in a ditch bitch

Chrous

You don't wanna do dat(x15)

[Thanks to atl_dopeboy404@yahoo.com for lyrics]

Geyeah! Geyeah - ayyy
Get it Boyz N Da Hood nigga, Boyz N Da Hood
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Boyz N Da Hood]
Carbon 15's, AK's and Mac 11's
Bout to send you pussy niggaz on a stairway to heaven
Ayy - ye ain't no killer nigga, ye ain't no killer boy
Ye ain't no killer nigga, ye ain't no killer boy

[Verse One]
I took a sip and then I checked my pistol, then I hit my sack
and grabbed the phone, think I better call my sister, cause I need mo' gats
Nigga just bounced of prison and made the decision on how he gon' act
In the back of the club swoll up like the Hulk gettin bust
Steady talkin 'bout who he gon' trap
Who, meeee? Southwest Atlanta O.G.
Great with the hand like the Gingerbread Man
But I pull the four-fifth just as fast as I can
Y'all niggaz ain't used to the pain
I don't even think y'all fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
Tell from your chest you ain't got no heart
I can tell how you walkin, got no game
Thangs on us plus thangs in the car - yeah
Bopped and banged and popped and drained and pained and
dropped him maimed him dead, now thank the stainless

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Two]
Yo.. yo, nigga straighten y'all faces up, but we know y'all fake as fuck
Y'all niggaz ain't got no balls, we know y'all niggaz ain't made like us
Lotta y'all fin' to get called out, lotta y'all fin' to lose y'all clout
If the rood to the riches lead through my hood it's best you change y'all route
Cause we like to play bump and rob
We can handle with the heat or we can squab
It don't make a bit of difference to me
Cause potnah we roll just like the mob
Y'all niggaz keep beatin y'all chest
Find someone else to impress
'Fore you get yo' back blowed out
Cause you felt the need for you to flex
A nigga raised to plot and scheme, and everyday live for the pop that thing
When it comes to this crack cocaine I put that thang to side of your brain

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Three]
Y'all niggaz ain't real - y'all niggaz ain't real
Y'all niggaz ain't trill - y'all niggaz ain't trill
When it's time to ride
Jeezy the first one to grab the steel - grab the steel
Y'all niggaz some hoes - y'all niggaz some hoes
Y'all niggaz some bitches - y'all niggaz some bitches
Heard you turned state's - WHAT?!
Y'all niggaz some snitches - y'all niggaz some snitches
Y'all niggaz some frauds - y'all niggaz some frauds
Y'all niggaz some fakes - y'all niggaz some fakes
Doin all that flexin - doin all that flexin
And ain't got no cake - ain't got no cake
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me (geyeah)
Blow about everything around me (yeah)
Right in the Trap is where you find me (let's get it)
Try to rob me dawg it ain't likely (ayy)
Real niggaz dawg I run with them (that's right)
O.G., Meezy and Gangsta Slim (geyeah)
Ride the whole clip until I'm finished
Hold up - wait one motherfuckin minute (let's go)
Y'all lames y'all know how the game go (what)
Can't find you, shoot up your kinfolk (geyeah)
C-T-E to the sho' nuff crew (ayy)
Who's the killer, me or you?

[Chorus]

Young City a.k.a. Choppa - Lil' Daddy

[Deeper voice {Lighter voice} (Diddy)]
That boy, {I see ya lil daddy} (young city)
That grill, {I see ya lil daddy} (we here now, bad boy south)
That truck, {I see ya lil daddy} (as we proceed, as we proceed to give you what you need)
Them grillz, {I see ya lil daddy} (you ready, lets go)

[Young City]
Got a deal, now it's real, a chrome-dipped caddy
I'm a pimp, that's how I live, I see ya lil daddy
Shawty jea, now I'm here, so mean wit ya fatty
I'm a pimp, that's how I live, I see ya lil daddy

[Verse 1]
I know you see me stuntin, big bodies is all I want now
My mouth's about a hundred, some say that I'm the shit now
I done came a long way from the get down, hustlin, jus re-upped but I gained nothin'
Shit done changed when the lil muthafucka nigga started makin hits now
Girlies that Neva used to talk to me, talk to me
Cause I got it made and the kids look up to me
I'm escaladin on them thangs cause I'm young city
Pimp pretty things and they go 'fo' a buck fifty
No now you can see me in the drop-top
Oh ma that boy from the hot block
Wit me is my semi, neva stay empty cause I gotta keep it on cock, cock
Just in case you try to ball the block, no way cause I call the shots
Show me nigga, tell me not anything, you spend, you flip, you trip, I got
From the yacht, to the g-4, to the g-5, this is stock
Back to the platinum chains and my watch
You can see the purple ring when I spot
I talk cause I live it, on a mission to double up
My wrist on a count of dup, get ready 'fo it bubbles up, yup
Cause I'm

[Chorus: Young City]
That boy, I see ya lil daddy
That grill, I see ya lil daddy
That truck, I see ya lil daddy
Them grillz, I see ya lil daddy
Got a deal, now it's real, a chrome-dipped caddy
I'm a pimp, that's how I live, I see ya lil daddy
Shawty jea, now I'm here, so mean wit ya fatty
I'm a pimp, that's how I live, I see ya lil daddy

[Verse 2: Young City] + (Diddy)
I'm a bad boy millionaire, look at how I spin my hair
So fresh so clean from my head to my feet I dont think y'all heard me clear
I done walked for that cheese, now I got cheesecake oh yea
Lil boy you dont really wanna go there
Dont hurt yaself tryin to keep up cause I do it all year
Look at the price of my jag, look at the name in my tag
Visa's from my momma seater's they be poppin them tags
G's up scrubs down, man it feel good to get love now
And I'm up next to best, how ya lovin that
cause it's really bout to go down (your next kid)
No picture on the mound won't strike me (uh-uh)
I dont give a fuck who dont like me
Get y'all muthafuckas know who I be
Keep it up and get put on I.V.
And I ain't got love, it's good reason why I'm rich as fuck but sho 'nuf
Same good reason to make 'em go nuts when I pull out the aqua green truck
With the diamond in the back, 26 shinin
What mo can I say, I'm ballin and I'm on fire
I'm that nigga that ya want, I'm that nigga that ya need
I'm here like I neva left, I'm soon to be the fuckin king
See I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young City] + (Diddy)
Ah, I'm so in love wit myself cause I made it and I didnt need no help (yea, uh huh)
Regulated to the basement, I'ma be from a ten speed, I'm so blessed (bad boy south, young city)
I got credit cards, I got checks, bout a hundred broads, keep 'em unda check
Ima really make it hard for you to process, make way for tha boy cause I got next (I see you lil daddy)
I got this - in a chokehold, dont fuck around wit me cause I'm loco
Got franks in the bank, that's why they wanna bank out wit me but I rock solo
Dolo from state to state, why do these haters hate
Is it cause I'm eatin wit and I backin them easy cakes
Any time of the day I be low-key, untamed nigga you can't hold me
Got fame to my name, put change to ya brain Neva step into the path of a O.G.
Right arm is king-cut bracelet, left arm is a new presidential rolie
Cause I'm in a brand new situation, fuck payback, y'all muthafuckas owe me (bad boy)
Everything I got I deserve, got the record say I'm hot, I'm superb
Not artificial, real to the bone, wrist'll arm nigga, nigga get hot in herre
Seen what are you bootin up, dont make me pollute ya up
Wit my young shawties and they shootin up
Cause I'm

[Chorus]

[Diddy talking] + (background music)
Young City (I see ya lil daddy)
Bad Boy South, young prince of the south (I see ya lil daddy)
Bad Boy South, we here now (I see ya lil daddy)
(I see ya lil daddy) hah, hah, hah, hah-hah
Yo we been doin this so long we decided
jus to go to other regions wit this (I see ya lil daddy)
The empire strikes back (I see ya lil daddy)
Yall didnt expect him to come wit this one (I see ya lil daddy)
Young City, rememba the name (I see ya lil daddy)

I see ya lil daddy

f/ Gangsta Boo

Intro: Lets, lets, lets, lets, lets, (gon boy)
Chorus: Lets get a room get high and get naked (4x)

Nardo: Feelin kinda tipsy off this Cris that I been gulpin.
Plus im gettn drunker off this damn incredible hulk.
Ready for some bonin. Shawty what's the bis baby.
three in the mornin and the club is closin quick baby.
I don't wanna sound shady I just wanna get wit u.
And do the butt naked thang that grown folks do.
In a hotel room, on a hotel flo', in a hotel bed,
this a hotel ho. Wit Nasty Nardo, pretty boy capone.
Mr. do it to you hard, Mr. do it to you long.
Mr. back stay strong when im swimmin in u.
Mr. run and tell ya friends how I give it to you.
Cuz they want some to, they want a sample of dat.
Mr. smack her belly when im breakin yo back.
You tappin out on a mat. I got a ring a bell.
When im girl river plungin at ten in the hotel.

Chorus:

Verse 2:
Gangsta Boo: Say u wanna get a room.
Mane that's the business.
You can put you money up pimpin ima handle dat.
See how cold I turn u out, watch me make you scream and shout. Other hoes be super cheap,
im rich and plus im super stout. You't wanna fuck wit me.
Lady to the fuckin B. Oh, oh, so so wet nigga look and see.
Let's watch a porno. Baby I got dro and blo and some mo shit. Nigga lets do this.
I ain't never been scared, never scared to get head.Or give when the time come.
Youngette double full of cum.
Tell me what u think of dat? Pussy that go splash, splash.
Slow motion up and down or 'just that bitch to super fast. Nonsense. All that lubby dubby mess.
Feelin freaky late night callin u and all I want is sex.
If u wanna get a room. Nigga won't u show and prove.
Gangsta Boo be down wit u. Show me what u wanna do. Nigga.

Chorus

Verse 3
Nasty Nardo: Im on that yak baby cuz im a mac baby.
I ridin chrome and pushing cadillacs baby.
I keep a stack baby. Cuz im a money hog.
I other words baby ima ball till I fall. Im ten toes tall.
I posted up bitch. Just let me know a dope boy's what u fuckin wit.
Wit a fat dick workin wit a lil something like ya boy Crim said trick im tryna bust something.
Im tryna bust something baby beat that pussy to death.
Down to the last drop till it ain't nothin left.
You get much it ain't cap. From that boy at home.
Who I'm crackin headboards while u holla and moan.
Nasty Nardo. Mr. Buck wild.
Mr. break her back when im in the buck style. Mr. pow wow.
Mr. bang bang. Mr. won't stop when u screamin my name.

Chorus

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[Verse 1]
The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking
She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy
And when she step on the scene everybody be looking
And to get in them jeans everybody be wishing
But she only want players who far from rookie
And if you ain't got the cake
Can't play with the nookie
Her titties sitting pretty and she soft as a cushion
If you try to holla she might holla she tooken
And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch
And go and get her hair and shit fixed is a habit
Now bad bitch go and buy fish more than average
And bad bitches get to take trips with the savage
Can never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy
But shit I can tell from her lips that she nasty
Expensive ass pant-ses grip to them asses
She mean as a pitbull sweet like cabbage

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

[Verse 2]
Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile
Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild
I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child
Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style
You get alot of head when your bread in piles
Cuz I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud
A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl
A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud
Which one is the baddest
That's the one I'm having
The with no kids or just one baby daddy
And she ain't hard-headed
Can listen and respect it
And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit
A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones
I want the MVP with that throwback dress on
Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working
And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

Now make yourself seen
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Now show your ass off
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

[Verse 3]
Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos
Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp
Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man
Own damn house flossed out big screen man
I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man
Look at her own income she a beast man
Bad bitches holla business first then streets man
She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man
The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man

[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

Come here fa sho
Trill Entertainment nigga
I'm Webbie nigga
My name ain't Weebie ya heard me
Get it right
Mouse on the track
2004 this my year right chea
I'm out this bitch
I need a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch

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[Djay]
Look this is my life, and it's a battle within
I gotta survive, even if I'm sinnin to win
And if I show no remorse I reap the devil's reward
He said he'd, give me riches but I'm lookin for more
When I was young, witnessed my dad, standin for right
Black pride in him even though he passin for white
Took years from my life, now I'm missin the man
Moms on some other shit and now I'm missin the plan
And so I'm... stuck in this fuck-a-marole
All the lessons to a young teen baby was cold
Then my pimpin-ass Uncle put me up on the game
It really ain't no love it's 'bout this, paper mayne
Put me in a position, got me out on a mission
Collectin from the hoes turned on to my pimpin
A nigga from Memphis dealin with life as a struggle
This is the gift I was given so I just live by my hustle

[Chorus 2X: Djay] + (singer, ad libbing at times)
(Keep hustlin) It ain't over for me, no it ain't over for me
(Keep, flowin) I'ma step my game up and get what's comin to me

[Djay]
Now I'm just gettin by, and it's FUCKIN with me
See others doin big thangs they was nothin to me
I'm seein what I used to be, and it's lookin legit
Got my hands on some music, started FUCKIN with it
Put it down hard, then I started bumpin to this
I let some others get a dose and they was NUTTIN to this
Let me check my connections cause we go back in the day
Say they was lookin for 'dro, heard I was hustlin hay
Got me connin my niggaz, spittin game to my hoes
This my opportunity I feel like anything goes
I was never 'sposed to see the new millenium mayne
And I refuse to let my dad die in vain
So I give it my all, you feel my struggle and pain
If you ain't feelin what I'm spittin trick you late to the game
But the closest ones to me know I'm holdin it down
You gon' feel me one day, we gon' be heard in the town

[Chorus] - 2.5X, singer ad libs to fade

[Thanks to lordof4square@aol.com for lyrics]

[Hook - 2x]
Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours

[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)

[Hook - 2x]

[Mike Jones]
Four fours I'm tippin'
Wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm po' pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drop with indvisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't cloan me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

[Hook - 2x]

[Paul Wall]
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling similar to a ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I'm on that five nine Southle baby holla at me

[Hook - 2x]

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Hey! [repeat 16x]

Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho! [repeat 3x]

Get crunk motherfucker, get buck (get buck) [repeat 2x]

Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho!
Get crunk motherfucker, get buck (get buck) [repeat 2x]

[Al Kapone]
That's the way it is, it ain't no other nigga stoppin it
When Kapone, grab the microphone you know I'm rockin it
If I was, sippin on some syrup then I'd be choppin it
I'm the one, with the combination so I'm lockin it
If I had some Crist', or some Mo' then I'd be poppin it
Man you know this bumpin but you hatin so you knockin it
When I wrote this rap I hit the yo and started droppin it
I'ma tell myself that I'm the shit and ain't no toppin this
You might say it's arrogant, but I say it's confidence
I'm just havin fun with it, take it and I run with it
If you want some of this, get when I'm done with it
All that negative energy that you give I don't want none of it
I'ma keep it crunk with my dawgs and my shorties too
Make way, fo' a real nigga cause I'm comin through
What's my name? Al Kapone, Mackapeezy, some may call me Scarface Al
Super crunk, super wild, this the way I move the crowd

[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho!
Get crunk motherfucker, get buck (get buck) [repeat 2x]

[unknown guest - repeat 2x]
Now I'm a young nigga and I got y'all buck nigga
I'ma represent, with my dogs and keep it crunk nigga

[Al Kapone]
I'ma keep it rough but other niggaz they be lame with it
Some may say they serious but to me they playin games with it
If you gonna rep it nigga show it why you claimin it
You may never gain unless you goin through some pain with it
While you out here talkin that you dumbin I done came with it
You might think you different but the truth you still the same with it
Nigga this a struggle, ain't no motherfuckin shame in it
Too many accept the way it is instead of changin it
But I'm gon', flip it up, take the shit and rip it up
Ain't no lie I smoke a little po' some drank and sip it up
Haters need to give it up, cause you never break me down
Buckin with the real nigga, represent your side of town

[Chorus]

[Al Kapone]
This ain't a game, this the life that I lead, real nigga 'til I'm frozen
Gift from the almighty let me know I'm chosen
While you haters hopin, that I'm never pokin
out, like some Spre's, steady spinnin cause I'm focused
Crunk, from the jump, this ain't no front, check my resume
Some of y'all was colors I was buckin since the early day
M-Town bound, that's my city I was born and raised
Still in the game just to keep the record straight
North, where you at? South, where you at?
East West represent, my nigga handle that
I see these others out here takin but I'm givin back
And I ain't trippin, I can't help it I'm just trill like that
Now I'm no super thug...

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