Breaker breaker one-nine, runnin from the one-time
They on my a**, 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 n***a like me and do time
A real n***a, a trill n***a
A "down to get down, don't make me have to k**" n***a
Cause I will n***a, on the real n***a
Hit you in ya back from waist down you won't feel n***a
When that banana clip peel n***a
It drop tall, short, big and lil' n***az
Then it drop house n***az and field n***az
So you better watch your back, we on your hill n***a
So you best be on your toe n***a
We layin down real n***az and hoe n***az
Layin down his n***az and yo' n***az
Them n***az, those n***az, anything goes n***az
Catch you at the studio or at the show n***a
Comin out the barbershop or j**elry sto' n***a
At the Chevron or at the Texaco n***a
Wit'cha main b**h, or wit'cha side hoe n***a
Waitin at the front, back and side do' n***a
Soon as we see ya you know we lettin go n***a
And we don't care about the set you throw n***a
Or the hood you represent, what fo' n***a?
You got fo' n***az? You need mo' n***az
So bring a friend, maybe ten, even though n***a
And even then n***a, you can't win n***a
Not when you tryin to f** with B-U-N n***a
I got them fresh up out the pen' n***az
who don't give a f** about goin back in n***a
And you don't wanna know where they been n***a
And you don't wanna go where they send n***az
Cause whenever they begin n***a
They ain't stoppin 'til your heartbeat end n***a
So ain't no need to pretend n***a
Like we cool, you ain't my motherf**in friend n***a
You way down with me, you're my men n***a
So we can get it poppin, just say when n***a
I come around the bend and straight bend n***az
Take your blood in the mud and make it blend n***a
Now watch the chopper slug spin n***az
Like Michael Joe Jackson singin "Ben" n***a
And when I check you on your chin n***a
It's R.I.P. for you just like him n***a
Reppin P.A.T. live from Houston n***a
And we don't give a f**, we gets it in n***a
Cause we off n***az, then we in n***az
Like Frankie "Man Down Code 10" n***a
Blowin stanky puttin 'dro up in the wind n***a
Pa** the cup, I'm 'bout to po' me up some Henn' n***a
Pimp has slept the same way, I pimp the pen n***a
And God only made one, it's no twin n***a
The closest thing to me was my brother n***a
And after me, there will never be another n***a
Not a tighter n***a, or a tougher n***a
Or a righter n***a, or a rougher n***a
That'll leave a chicken-hearted n***a smothered n***a
And if you didn't know then you finna discover n***a
While we make these p**y n***az run for cover n***a
They screamin for they daddy and they f**in mother n***a
Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff[?] a n***a
This Rap-A-Lot, the mob ain't tryin to cuff a n***a
They even sendin undercover n***az
That's why you gettin stuffed up in the duffle n***a
So spy all you wanna spy n***a
And keep on tryin all the f** you wanna try n***a
Not me and my n***az, you know why n***a?
This UGK for life until we die n***a
That's true stories, no lie n***a
Bet yo' a** you can put that on P-I n***a
We gon' ride for H-Town like G.I. n***a
And got no love for a motherf**in C.I. n***a
Naw, you ain't gettin in, is you high n***a?
We been keepin game, you ain't sly n***a
My pistol never jam like it's Guy n***a
And it's known to make a n***a's momma cry n***a
Trill n***az known to make the slugs fly n***a
Them bullets droppin like it's rain from the sky n***a
And when it's over ain't no need in askin why n***a
You gettin no reply n***a, bye n***a!