Released on May 5, 1998

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[Intro: Master P]

Yo, what's up nigga? This the colonel, MP

But uh, Fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin' time to shine

You gon' mix this shit up with Bun B and Pimp C

U.G.K. 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, ya heard me? No Limit style

Told y'all muthafuckas ain't No Limit


[Verse 1: Bun B]

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

It's my pleasure to bring the shovel you been lookin' for trouble

So me and C and Fiend gon' burst your bubble on the double

Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga

Straighten it out like starch nigga

When I'm parched 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 tank rounds eatin' up everything

Nowhere to run, hide or back down

I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker

Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker

The last nigga figured, he had a chance

Took a glance at that chopper, shit in his pants

Make the murder man dance

We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust

Cause we tryin' to get rid of all you haters

And you muthafuckin' bustas


[Chorus: Fiend]

Boy, we down south bangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you bustas

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters


[Verse 2: Pimp C]

I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key

I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen

Two out of one, step on it to win

They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end

Two block solid, each one worth one

I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with Bun

A pocket fulla stones, hollin 'bout a wrong

Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone

Keep this shit pumped, get to pop the trunk

Feelin' light headed off some California skunk

And bitch I come from Texas and love to sip the lean

I'm down with DJ Screw and bitch it's U.G.K. and Fiend

And we ridin' with some killas, niggas 'bout that drama

Pimp like a wheelers, and bitches like piranhas

I'm Sweet James Jones: a pimp and a hustler

Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you muthafuckin' pussy ass bustas


[Chorus: Fiend]

Boy, we down south bangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you bustas

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters


[Verse 3: Fiend]

What's the sense of it all?

Pimpin', powder, and pussy tryin' to make pennies

Payin' off, so friendly to flip with my people give me

If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away

From the wrong way, I'm killin' these niggas the Jones way

Let the psalm say, he died as a hater

Sooner than later, shoulda popped 'em since the incubator

My life is droppin heron, at the Sharon

Lookin' death dead on knowin' I was dead wrong

From the sad songs, have you been to my city?

If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from pretty

But I'm one bad fucker that's always claimin' tank

Niggas know N.O., dank, and elevate

My rank, what you call it? Bustin' out the Expedition

Fiend pimpin', blowin' up corns, coke and cat emissions

My livin', resist the No Limit and stashin' a duster

Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover

We gettin' rid of bustas


[Chorus: Fiend]

Boy, we down south bangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you bustas

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters

Down south slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid of you haters and you busters


[Outro: Fiend]

Punk motherfucker!