This
is the realest * I ever wrote or said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
About the realest nigga these Texas streets have ever bred
C.L.
Butler better known as Chad
A pimp C. The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met we wasn't on the same page
From petty misunderstandings they got clearer with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash Put P.A.
on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jump down with big time put down a few songs
Everybody cosign saying that we could do no wrong
It hit the streets with a big ass bang Them
gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Drop tell me something good took off and went live
* next thing you know we was signing a jive
Drop too hard to swallow a pocket full of stones
Put the remix on menace * we had it going on
Got love in the streets and played on the air But
the homie putting us out wasn't playing too fair
Had to separate ourselves bringing a new team But
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped super tight an album full of killer
flows But then we got caught up with the drugs
and the hoes We didn't realize what was happening on the
real The new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and concealing the
price He had us doing all the work but was
keeping the biggest slice Took a while to catch on to what homie was
doing But by the time we did all the paperwork
was in ruins Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't
file taxes The next thing you know IRS hitting us with
axes Pimp you owe seven figures but you owe six
Better get your paper together get this * fixed
Renixed the management team and tried it herself
Cussed out the GM almost got put on the shelf
* dropped right and dirty it's the classic in the south
Reclaimed the southern title shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters
The old manager calling and saying he finished
two And put a padlock on everything we trying
to do Put a call out to the prince this nigga still
hating We got heat for the streets and we can't
keep the people waiting He made a call or two to some folks telling
them man you gotta cut UGK some slack
Understand young Pimp got the plan
Bun got the drive rap a lot had our backs And we just waiting on jive
We got the big bosses on the same page So
me and young Pimp can hit em from center
stage Next thing you know we got this call from
the NY It's Jay Z saying y'all niggas getting fly
He doing volume 3 and got a track from Tim
And wonder cause some trio niggas rocking with
him * big bun was all for it but Pimp wasn't
sure But big Pimp and hit em one eighty seven pure
Number one song on every station you
turn on MTV and BET we getting a burn on
Grammys nominated can't believe that we made it
Then we got a call from jive that left us all fated
And it's stated that due to the success of the track
We here at jive records would like to piggyback
Get another beat from Tim then get a verse from Jay
Let hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way
* it sounded ok but me I had to ask if we don't do big Pimpin too
Will you still put us on blast a song
like that might take a nigga to the top
But my true fad bass might think a nigga
flop They got mad and put niggas on hold
But damn near yeah until the buds got whole
So we said * em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the * up out the matrix
We put dirty money together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught
two cases He got probation said * you hoes
We finished the album got ready to do a couple
shows And then he violated one month before
we dropped And * just got put on hold or *
stopped Now thirty days done we back to the nitty
gritty Album got released big show down in chocolate
city Niggas with masks on vests and all black
It's Christmas 2001 bitch we was all lit
Strongest on the block nobody could budge
And then he violated now we right back before
the judge They calling him a nuisance put my dog on
behind the fence It was January 28th he ain't been home since
Threw a nigga through a loop and caught
me in the cross instead of co-CEO
Now I'm the * boss had the devil on my back
Got to drinking and drugging Had to
make a choice get back to rapping or
thugging So I walked up to my bedroom got down on my
knees Put my hands together and I prayed lord please
let me get past this bridge over water that's troubled
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry cause it's not
really as hard as it seems And I can
turn your nightmares back into dreams
You just got to stay true to yourself and to see
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And ever since that night man I promise I've been on it
Giving the killer flow to anybody who
want it Pimp the pen like never before
I'm breaking em G not to mention I
got the world screaming free Pimp C
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't got to worry bout nothing the world is yours
Ain't no more struggles my nigga and no more strife
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life