The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin shits... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa

Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure ANY MOTHER FUCKIN CONTENDER

Je reprends les bases sociologiques qu'a jetées Montesquieu
Les agite au-dessusde mon rap et de mon MIC en feu
Perfection classique dans ma tragédie comme Racine
Témoin de mon siècle, je comprends mieux Baudelaire et son spleen
Confession d'un enfant du siècle, c'est encore moi
Libéré de la servitude des passions comme Spinoza
Je suis maître dans mon domaine comme Maupassant dans ses nouvelles
Et quand je parle de ma planète, je garde la pédagogie de Jules Vernes
Qu'est-ce que tu crois; toi, qu'on est tous des stéréotypes animés ?
Mon oeuvre accuse la société et récuse les vertus du progrès
Comme Rousseau " Le Newton du monde moral "
Selon Kant, va s'y bounce ton gros tarma dans ma spirale
N'ouvre pas ta bouche quand tu ne sais rien, ça ne sert à rien, on ne t'écoute pas
Même ceux qui savent on met longtemps à comprendre qu'ils sont là
Ce n'est pas du messianisme socialiste comme Emile Zola
Mais ça s' en rapproche quand je parle de la Terre et de son monde froid
Après mon passage c'est une nouvelle ère et ça flow comme Rimbaud
Mais tous esprit qui se libère doit s'exiler comme Hugo
C'est la vie ma poésie soluble dans l'air
Elle passe les frontières et domine son siècle comme Voltaire
Je me lève contre le racisme et l'immoralité
L'impérialisme religieux et tous ses dérivés
Je prend du recul comme Montaigne sur les sujets que je traite
Et quand je me confesse, je nique le bénef ...

[Intro: Ludacris]
I still {*7X*}
Tote steel
I still tote steel {*2X*}
I still, ha

[Chorus: Ludacris] + (Bun B)
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)

[Bun B]
Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there
See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel
Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold
The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin
Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin
I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We coming for money and your motherfucking respect
We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's
Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us
You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya
Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen
So not everyones associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it

[Chorus]

[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Young Jeezy] (adlibs)
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha

So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America, We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The Beginning Of A New Era. And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.

[Jay Prince]
Ahh yeaaah.
Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again.
With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South.
Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands of the innocent.

[Bun B]
It's been a long time comin' but it finally came, for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin' shot at the game. I put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put, and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker than soot. I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me, head ? in the ghetto, mayn you know where to find me. The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear, from this moment I run the South, and everything down here. That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks, whether it's rappin' or work, I got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds, 'cause it's a White House of cards, and it's filled with broads. We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause what happened in New Orleans should never happen again. They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about nothing, for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'. I'ma instegate a change from the mutha fuckin' top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop. So I'm here to make a stand, and take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin' back. It's a new king on the throne, and his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that?
Hail to the chief..