| Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said
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| Wake 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 Texas streets ever bred
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| C.L. |
| Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
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| The closest homeboy that I ever had
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| Now when we first met, we wasn’t on the same page
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| From petty misunderstandings that got clearer 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 Bigtyme, 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 Jive
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| Dropped 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, IRS hitting us with axes
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| Pimp you owe seven figures, 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 GM, almost got put on the shelf
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| Fuck it, dropped «Ridin' Dirty» instant classic in the South
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| Reclaimed 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 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 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 or two to some folks, tellin' 'em, man
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| You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
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| Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
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| Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive
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| We got the big bosses on the same page
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| So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
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| Next thing you know we got this call from the N. Y
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| It’s Jay-Z saying y’all niggas getting fly
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| He doing «Volume 3» and got a track from Timb
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| And wondered could some trill niggas rock it with him
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| Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn’t sure
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| But «Big Pimpin» hit 'em 187-Pure
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| Number one song on every station you turn on
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| MTV and BET 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 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 Jive records, would like to piggy back
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| Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
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| Let Hype shoot the video and we’ll be on the way
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| Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
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| If we don’t do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
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| A song like that would 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 niggas 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 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 Chocolate City
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| Niggas with masks on, vests and all black
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| It’s Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that |
| 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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| (In)'stead of co-CEO, now I’m the fuckin 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 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
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| 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 to ‘C
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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 I promise 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, I’m breaking 'em G
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| Not to mention I got the world screaming «Free Pimp C»
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| So 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' strife
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| I kept it real because to me it’s UGK for life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Story , by - Bun B. Song from the album Bun B Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп