This is the realest shit I ever wrote or said
wake up with it every day and take it with me to bed
hurting my heart and hanging over my head
'bout the realest nigga these Texas streets have ever bred
C.L. Butler, better known as Chad
or Pimp C, the closest homeboy I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
but petty misunderstandings, they got cleared up with age
two young boys who was ready mash,
put P.A. on the map, and maybe make a little cash
jumped on with BigTyme and put down a few songs
everybody co-signed, saying that we could do no wrong
it hit streets with a big-ass bang
them gangsta-ass rhymes with that country-ass twang
dropped "Tell Me Something Good", took off and went live,
shit, next you we know, we was signing with Jive
dropped Too Hard To Swallow, a "Pocketfull of Stones"
put the remix on Menace, shit we had it going on
got love in the streets, and played on the ave,
but the homie putting us out, wasn't playing too fair
had to separate ourself, bring in a new team,
but sometimes the otherside ain't always what it seems,
we dropped Supertight, an album full of killa flows,
but then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes,
we didn't realize what was happenin' on the real,
the new management was cuttin' backroom 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 bout the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins,
nigga kept all the receipts, so we couldn't file taxes,
so the next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes,
"Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six,
baby get your paper together, get that shit fixed"
we nixed the management team, and tried it ourself,
cussed out the jig, and almost got put on the shelf
fuck it, dropped Ridin' Dirty, instant classic in the south
we claimed the southern title, shut everybodys mouth
got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest,
but meanwhile, me and Pimp, we still ducking haters,
the old manager callin' and say he finna sue,
and put a padlock on everything we try to do
put a call out to the Prince, "this nigga still hatin'
we got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waitin'"
he made a call or two, to some folks, tellin' them "Maaaaan,
you gotta cut UGK some slack, understaaand,"
young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drive,
Rap-A-Lot had our back, and we're just waitin on Jive,
we got the big bosses on the same page,
so me and young Pimp can hit them from centerstage,
next thing you know, we got this call from the N.Y.
it's Jay-Z, sayin' "Y'all niggas been fly!"
he doin' VOlume three, and got a track from Tim,
and wanna get some trill niggas rock kick it with him
shit Big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure,
but "Big Pimpin'" hit on one eighty seven ?viewer?,
number one song on any station you turn on,
MTV and BET, we gettin' our burn on,
Grammy-nominated, can't believe that we made it,
then we got a call from Jive that left us all faded
and it 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"
shit it sounded o-kay, but me I had to ask
"if we don't do 'Big Pimpin 2,' will you still put us on blast?"
a song like that might take a nigga to the top,
but my true fanbase, might think a nigga flopped,
they got mad and put niggas on hold,
for damn near year 'til the buzz got cold
so we said "Fuck 'Em", and went back to the basics,
tryin' to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix,
we put Dirty Money together and it was aces,
but that's around the time that Pimp got two cases,
he got probation, said "Fuck You Hoes",
we finished the album, got ready to do a couple shows,
and then he violated, one month before we dropped,
and shit just got put on hold, a fucking stop,
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 on that,
strongest on the block, nobody could budge,
and then he violated now he right back before the judge,
they callin him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence,
it was January 28th, he ain't been home since,
do a nigga through a loop, and caught me in the ?crosses?,
?steady? co-C.E.O, now I'm the fucking boss,
had the devil on my back, got to drinkin' and druggin'
had to make a choice, get back to rappin' or thuggin'
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, cuz it's not really as hard as it seems,
and I can turn your nightmares back into dreams,
you just gotta stay true to yourself, and to see,
that push away from the devil and get closer to me"
and ever since that night that I promised I been on it,
givin' the killa-flow to anybody who want it,
pimp the pen like never before, I'm breakin' them G's,
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 gotta worry about nothin', 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.
