[Verse 1: Bun B]

Lately I've been feelin' low, some say I ain't trill no mo'

It ain't like I give a damn 'cause they know I'm down to slam

Punk niggas to the street, split they wig to the meat

Laying in they bloody red, then I leave their ass flat dead, fool

And I bet that on my ass, I'm ready to get on my blast

And I ain't the easiest motherfucker to fly past

Last time I looked I wasn't wearin' panties so don't say I was

I'm from that Texas, I ain't your blood and I ain't your cuz

I'm just that nigga trying to make life as easy as I can

But most of these punk-ass niggas don't understand the plan I got

Now they hot, walkin' round pissed off but I ain't worried

I'm lettin' off bullets in a hurry, and my people scurry

'Cause I'm full of that damn dank and drank

So I'm finna shank your ass and while you're layin' in the grass

Thinkin', think about the nigga that you fucked wit'

Gun stick to ya lips, I'm from P.A. nigga, don't trip

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga

'Cause the rest of ya'll niggas ain't shit

Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga

'Cause the rest of y'all niggas ain't shit

Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga

Ain't no nigga like a trill-ass nigga

Ain't no nigga like a big old bud nigga

'Cause the rest of y'all niggas ain't shit

[Verse 2: Pimp C]

I be getting real high, smoking weed and getting fried

Fuckin' hoes wit' big ol' thighs, and bucking niggas 'til I die

Nigga you ain't running shit, fronting like you making stacks

Riding round my niggas' house in that old beat-up Cadillac

Yelling how you down with C, talking 'bout you book my shows

Never ever was my friend, always been my fucking foe

Never had no love for hoes, like that nigga [?] said

So, nigga, you dead soon as I buck you wit' that fuckin' lead

And that's more real than a bypass

You need to bend yourself over so I can boot you in your fuckin' ass

Ya think you're slick and so you're bigger, but I squeeze the trigger

'Cause I'm bigger and I'm that underground nigga

Straight from P.A.T. where the shit don't stop

Niggas always gettin' smoked on the goddamn block

Short Texas, motherfucker, see I live in the bricks

Where the niggas smoke them Swishers and the bitches suck dick

'Cause see

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga

'Cause the rest of ya'll niggas ain't shit

Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga

'Cause the rest of y'all niggas ain't shit

Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga

Ain't no nigga like a trill-ass nigga

Ain't no nigga like a big old bud nigga

'Cause the rest of y'all niggas ain't shit

[Outro: Pimp C & Bun B]

Ain't no nigga like a Westside nigga

Ain't no nigga like a Eastside nigga

Ain't no nigga like a D-Town nigga

Ain't no nigga like a N.O. nigga

Ain't no nigga like a H-Town nigga

Ain't no nigga like a Chi-Town nigga

Ain't no nigga like a P.A.T. nigga

'Cause the rest of ya'll niggas ain't shit