Yo what's up nigga this the Kano M.P
But uh, Fiend nigga it's your muthafuckin time to shine
We gon' mix this shit up with Bun B and Pimp C
UGK and Fiend
This straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentiary
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free
This for all the real niggas and bitches out there you heard me
No Limit Style, ha ha
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit
You muthafucka I don't feel where you
Comin from, I don't like your zone bitch
Your microphone pitch, your tone switch
Sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
My pleasure to bring the shovel, you been lookin for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon' bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire up that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga, when I march nigga
Take a sip of some kerosene, mixed with promethazine
Turn your block to a terror scene, shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tacked rounds, heatin up everythang
Nowhere to run, how to back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker cause it blast thicker
Hoes'll get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
Took a glance at that chopper, shit in
His pants, did the murder man dance
Cause we shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid of all
You haters and you muthafuckin bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
I got the cocaine lady, white lady by the ki
I get them hoes for ten, double up for seventeen
Two out of one, step on it to win
The eses is my partner, Mafia stamp on the end
Two blocks solid, each one worth one
I rocked it up myself and then I chopped it up with Bun
A pocket full of stones, I done bought a brome
Smokin, ridin dirty, got a chip off in my cell phone
Kick the shit bump, hit the pot to trunk
Gettin light headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and love to sip the lean
I'm down with DJ Screw, but bitch it's UGK and Fiend
And we ridin with some killers, niggas bout that drama
Pimp like gorillas, and vicious like piranhas
I'm Sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you muthafuckin bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
What's the sense of it all, pimpin
Powder and pussy tryin to make pennies
Payin off on some philly to flip with my people, give me infinity
Doubt the South, it can be shown today
Blown away, from the wrong way
I'm killin these niggas the Jones way
After Storm say he died as a hater, sooner than later
Shoulda popped him since the incubator
My life, was droppin heroin, at the Chevron
Lookin, dead dead on, knowin I was dead wrong
Fuck the sad songs, have you been to my city
If you ain't got shit and, everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucka that's always claimin tank
Niggas know, gettin off, takin hella bank
My rank, what you call it, bustin out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin, Bun on cars, coke and cat missions
My livin, is just a No Limit, and stashed in a Duster
Servin the cluckers, bumpin an undercover
And gettin rid of bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Down South slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
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