Ludacris

[fox69]

"Southern Gangsta"
(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)

"Southern Gangsta"
(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)



[Intro: Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...
A true, entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records
He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses
Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits
Internet sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP, of this rap shit

[Ludacris]
Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!)
But you'll be swimmin with the fishes
Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS?
I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup)
Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)
I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face
And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!)
Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel
I cock and blast you, into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots!

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo
Straight from the "Port of Miami"
To keepin it "Trilla"
Involved in many heated acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss

[Rick Ross]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"
Had a Lexus at 18, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos
I got twenty cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin at awards, real street niggaz
I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
Hailing from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob
Or illegal organization
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week
Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys

[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital
It's an election year, I support struggle
(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)
(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)
I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late
Ain't no such thing as second place
(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)
(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)
And the estate got a lake for a backyard
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do')
Bitches catch kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo
SOUTHSIDE!

[Outro: Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"
Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda?
Well, anything's possible, in the (Theater of the Mind)

 

[fox69]

"Southern Hospitality"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Southern Hospitality"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Ludacris]
Uhh..
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
Twenty inch - wide, twenty inches high
Hoe don't you like my twenty inch - ride
Twenty inch thighs make twenty inch - eyes
Hoping for American twenty inch - pies
Pretty ass - clothes, pretty ass - toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass - hoes
Pretty ass high class anything - goes
Catch 'em in the club throwin pretty ass 'bows
Long-john drawers, long-john stalls
Any stank puss' make my long john - pause
Women on they cell makin long john calls
And if they like to juggle, get long john's - balls

[Chorus]
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin-ass niggaz wit the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the flo' - nigga throw dem 'bows
All my women in the house if you chasin cash
And you got some big titties wit a matchin ass
Witcha fly-ass boots or ya open toes
When ya get on the flo' - nigga throw dem 'bows

[Ludacris]
Dirty South mind blowin Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-pickin Dirty South bed
Dirty South guls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich niggaz hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold
Forty glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth - cold
and rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth - told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Hit by - stars, hit by - cars
Drunk off the liquor gettin hit by - bars
Keep yo' gul close cause she's hit by - far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro - picks, afro - chicks
I let my "Soul Glow" from my afro - dick
Rabbit out the hat pullin afro - tricks
Afro-American afro - thick
Overall country, overall jeans
Overall Georgia, we overall clean
"Southern Hospitality" or overall mean
Overall triple, overall beams
Thugged out niggaz wear thugged out - chains
Thugged out blocks playin thugged out - games
All black tinted up thugged out - Range
DTP stay doing thugged out - thangs

[Chorus 2X]

.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)
.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)
.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)
.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)

 

[fox69]

"Speak Into The Mic"

"Speak Into The Mic"


[Intro:]
Check 1, 2 speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I love it when she do it, she do it how I like it
See the party at the studio and you just got invited
She the truth up in the booth
I love it when she spits them verses
When she finish with that mic
It make me want to buy some purses
Got so many instrumentals
I hope she never stop it
And this microphone's expensive
So I hope she never drop it
I beat it like a drum, I tap it like some snares
And she almost blew her speakers
But that bitch don't really care
She a top notch freak
I like the way she work it
She be choking on that chicken
And she know just how to jerk it
Put some spice up in your life
So I whispered in her ear
And told her go and grab that mic
You'll be the artist of the year
And I'm like

[Hook:]
Check 1, 2
Speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Check 1, 2
Speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I need her in my life
She always come in handy
And she got that type of skills
That make you think she won a Grammy
I was almost nominated
I always contemplate it
If she was on the billboard top 100
Then that bitch will dominate it
Cause she grab that mic and go to work
Spit that verse I go berserk
Booth so hot take off your shirt
Grab that drink, roll up the purp
We wasted in the studio
Making a movie yo, with a boogie ho
Just a little gangster paradise we like Coolio
I'm faded cause I think I just discovered a star
And you my best kept secret they don't know who your are
I keep her close and tell her baby don't be going to far
Cause She know when to grab that microphone
Whether she be in the booth or the car

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
She goin' make me sign her to a record deal
Hit the store and buy her some Giuseppe heels
She be on that mic so long she out of breath
Put her in the booth and work her half to death
She goin' make me sign her to a record deal
Hit the store and buy her some Giuseppe heels
She be on that mic so long she out of breath
Put her in the booth and work her half to death

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Splash Waterfalls"
(feat. Sandy Coffee)

"Splash Waterfalls"
(feat. Sandy Coffee)



[Ludacris + (Sandy Coffee)]
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid's the one to blame - say it (make love to me)
I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night
You gotta do it right - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Verse One]
They want it nice and slow, kiss 'em from head to toe
Relax and let it go - say it (make love to me)
They want it now and fast, grabbin and smackin ass
You gotta make it last - what? (fuck, meee!)
Together holdin hands, you out there spendin grands
And makin family plans - say it (make love to me)
Don't have to straighten facts, don't want no strings attached
Just scratches on your BACK - what? (fuck, meee!)
Ex's ain't actin right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight - say it (make love to me)
She got a nigga whipped, down to ya fingertips
Tryin that freaky shit - what? (fuck, meee!)
Turn on some Babyface, just for your lady's sake
You call her babycakes - say it (make love to me)
Know how to mack a broad, she's on your sack and balls
You call her Jabberjaws - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
You bout to buy a ring, she needs the finer things
Gucci designer frames - say it (make love to me)
Purchase a nasty flick, wrap up and tie her quick
Know how to drive a stick - what? (fuck, meee!)
You both unite as one, you the moon and she's your sun
Your heart's a beating drum - say it (make love to me)
You better not of came, she want to feel the pain
Then hear her scream your name - what? (fuck, meee!)
Follow this DICK-tionary, you're both some visionaries
Then do it missionary - say it (make love to me)
I hear 'em call da wild, and do it all the while
Doggy and FROGGY style - what? (fuck, meee!)
You in between the sheets, lickin and eatin sweets
And what you find you keep - say it (make love to me)
You do it standin up, orgasms hand 'em up
Y'all just don't GIVE A FUCK - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
You wanna tell the world, cause she's your favorite girl
Your diamond and your pearl - say it (make love to me)
Nobody has to know, just keep it on the low
And meet 'em right at fo' - what? (fuck, meee!)
Nothin but fights and fussin, plus there's a lot of cussin
Just grab ahold of SOMETHIN - say it (make love to me)
Y'all do that BAD stuff, she like it rammed up
Ropes and HANDCUFFS - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Spur Of The Moment"
(feat. DJ Quik)

"Spur Of The Moment"
(feat. DJ Quik)



[Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)
[Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man
[Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like
[Luda] you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?
[Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck
[Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin
[Luda] Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka
[Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?
[Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?
[Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party
[Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it
[Quik] In Compton we call that "spur of the moment"
[Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup?

[Ludacris]
Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way
More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day
Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
fo' a date with some other bust downs
And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top
I take the breeze, quick break the trees
Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't
My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't

[DJ Quik]
Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homage
When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch
I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin with Luda-
-cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is it
If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar
We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the car
We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt
You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed
I think y'all bullshittin with it dawg

[Chorus]
It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
[KJ] Therefore, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
G'd up, my mind is freed up
[KJ] From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright

[DJ Quik]
Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice
We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose
Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels
But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes
We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour
We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power
Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss
What does bein mental cost? If you ain't knowin you already lost

[Ludacris]
So stay with me, and let's get tipsy
Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey
Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin
Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin
But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now
Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up
Now let's break loose cause your boy's around
And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive riiiiight

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
It's just one of those days, without a care in the world
You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl
But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her
Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper
Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back
And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack
But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel
Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill

[DJ Quik]
If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz
I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit
If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped
Cause I do {?} elevation
You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows
And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"
And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Stand Up"

"Stand Up"


[Intro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

[Chorus: Ludacris and (Shawna)]
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!)

[Verse - 1]
How you ain't gon' FUCK! Bitch I'm me?
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in VIP
CEO you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry em out
Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my neckless
I pulled up wit a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?! The club and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new dance, like this

[Chorus]

[Verse - 2]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they can't get in
We gon' rush the back door and break em in
The owner already pissed cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate
Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress
But Louis Vuitton bras all over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh
C'mon! we gon party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life
Don't be scurred, show another part of your life
The more drinks in your system the harder to fight!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

[Verse - 3]
Damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down
Get us out so someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cutta
Now we one song away from tearing da club up
Move over! Luda got something to say
Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today'
Work wit me! let's become one with the beat
And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! Stand up!

 

[fox69]

"Stick 'Em Up"
(feat. UGK)

"Stick 'Em Up"
(feat. UGK)



Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what I'm tired of?
I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
So if you see one you know what you do?

[Chorus:]
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em
[repeat]

[Pimp C]
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas
Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper
To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress
I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test
And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'
Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo'
Want my money up front when we come for the show
Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dying for mine
So while y'all buying them watches I'm gonna stay on the grind
Fuck Nigga

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Hollow laid, hollow sprayed, I'm the hollow man
I get to my hollow point wit my hollow plan
Hollow bullets I pull it I'm about to live in vain
And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fucking gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fucking stage
I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs
So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs
I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport
You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports
And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
They said

[Chorus]

[Bun-B]
Say nigga you think it's a joke?
Trill niggas be going for broke
Twist this whistle loc and them motherfucking pistols smoke
And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard
Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments
All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me
And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be
huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one
Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
Millennium murder master nigga I ain't new to this
So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
You just

[Chorus]

ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)

 

[fox69]

"T Baggin' Skit"

"T Baggin' Skit"


[Dial Tone]
[Numbers being pressed]
Hello, Thank you for calling Disturbing Tha Peace.
To help expodate your call, please listen carefully to the following options.
If you're calling to solicit a demo tape, press 1.
If you're calling regarding a job, press 2.
If you're calling to borrow money, press 3.
If you're calling to find the nearest weed spot in your area, press 4.
If you're out of alcohol on Sunday, press 5.
If you need a ho for the evening, press 6.
If you woke up with a hangover and a pair of hairy balls on your forehead, press 7.
[Number gets pressed]
You've just pressed 7.
You've been victimized and introduced to a moral crime known as t baggin'.
We suggest you probably hang up the phone, beat the ass of any white guys you hung out with
last night, and find and destroy all photos before they appear on the Internet. Thank you for
calling.
Good luck.
Goodbye.

 

[fox69]

"Teamwork"

"Teamwork"


Hey we gonna be havin some fun and...
(Cause cause cause cause)
Cause 2 is better than 1 and...
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin
Freaky (freaky) (freaky) (freaky) shit tonight, Yaay

[Ludacris Verse 1]

Double the pleasures like double the fun
How many licks does it take to the center of a Luda pop double the tounges
Who knows, plus i gotta undress em' caress em' bless em' steady keep em' guessin
If that doesnt impress em' then slower move on to the second lesson
Whoo, pantys droppin, body rockin, magnums poppin
Its 8 cheeks and 4 titties ya'll better hand me somethin
Hey ladies (whoo), on you mark get ready get set go
Wait for hours, in an out the shower, this pimp power, we in control

[Chorus x2]

[Ludacris Verse 2]

6 hands grippin the sheets, 30 toes are curled
What in the world is goin on till the break a break a dawn wit man and them girls
Cause 3 hearts are beatin fast, but only 2 people screamin
We comin together for one cause other than hear ourselves breathin
Get in the game n start workin it out n diggin in out
Now lean to the side, throw a dick in your mouf
You gotta get in the groove you got nothin to lose
So dont move till you figured it out
And keep makin that face while im rubbin them spots
And we can take turns while the other one watch
And see how she be takin them shots
And wake up the hood till they callin them cops, mayne

[Chorus x2]

[Ludacris Verse 3]

Now im ready to ride and you can get them tools and you can start the ignition
Im grabbin perms, wigs, weaves, ponytails and extensions
Not to mention its gonna get, hot, betta come ready to, sweat
I make women cum harder than jacuzzi jets
And im willin to bet that i be keepin it wet cause i feel yah
Little bit of ring on the neck it wont kill yah
Put me on the top or the bottom and i'll drill yah
Given how you wanted to get it to port feel yah
And i'll peel yah, back to back so get ready for the mack attack
They got me takin in some acrobats
The way they bendin it from sack to sack because the mack is back and im gone

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Tell It Like It Is"

"Tell It Like It Is"


[Verse 1]
Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry
Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang
How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name?
Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up ya own company, trademark the name
That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change
Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need
Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed
Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard!
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years you could be rich like me

[Hook]
But I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is

[Verse 2]
See, mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems
The money could be the problem, but money can't solve 'em
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy
I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame
And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandelous promoters
Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya
Most of these label-heads, they don't care nothin' about ya
If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya
It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day
Rappers ain't above the law, but our life is so fast
That we got a Special Task Force of police on our ass
All that, and this is really just the start of it
Hip Hop, you really wanna be a part of it?

[Hook]
I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
Man this biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is

[Verse 3]
What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it
What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool wit him
I wish his ass well, but I don't want nothin' to do with him!
Some don't own they publishin', me I never fool wit 'em
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em
'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant
Unless I'm still in competition with my president
And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova
''Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over'
But the first rule to accumalation of wealth
Is Don't trust nobody but ya God damned self!

[Hook]
I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
Man this biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
I'm give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is

I said I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is