* on the album version, T.I.`s verse was removed
[Young Buck talking]
Uh-ooooh
Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris, DIRTY SOUTH, YEEEAH
[Chorus]
I hear em talking but he bout to get that ass stomped
Watch I get the club crunk I`mma make em stomp
We ain`t playin wanna front get that ass stomped
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now where you from who the boss I`mma break em off
Where you from who the boss let me break em off
Where you from who the boss I`mma break em off
Where you from who the boss let me break em off
[Young Buck]
I`m cadillac`n through the hood sittin on 24`s
TV`s playin, rims spinnin - blowin plenty dro
Don`t have to mention when you pimpin you get plenty hoes
It`s all on you if you gon trick or you gon get ya dough
I know I got these haters mad - I can love that
When you got love for the streets they give you love back
Look in my eyes you can tell I ain`t never scared
Poppin them thangs I`m rockin my chain anywhere
If you gon represent ya hood what you waitin on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we bout 50 strong, please don`t make us do you wrong
My clique is guerillas - they got they G-Unit`s on
All of that mean muggin really don`t mean nuthin
Come on and take it outside let me see somethin
Wh-wh-wh-what now don`t get b-b-b-bucked down
Stop all that hatin or this club gon get ya shut down
Now where you from who the boss I`mma break em off
Where you from who the boss let me break em off
[Chorus]
[T.I]
Ay 100 carats on my chest I`m so true to this
Task force got my vest I got a new one bitch
Feds hate and talk shit but I`m too legit
A million dollars at a time - till I`m super rich
Pimp squad, g-unit - fuck who you get
Ask ya nieces and ya nephews who tha shit
Real niggas see the difference `tween you and this
Me getting beat down that`s +ludacris+
My name run from the streets of Spain in my cad deville
Nigga all you gettin` is Rodney Dangerfield
Know respect I`mma vet you could bet that
Caught some cases but that`s just a minor setback
And if I have to do some time I be right back
Wit some bi`s and some tri`s and a six-pack
We hit the do` watch all the pussy niggas get back
They know we could do it like tha row but you ain`t wit that
You know who make the track bump like the king of crunk
These choppers hit you bitches, wish you got ya ass stomped
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
YEEEAAHH
Muthafucker I`m a monster in this game - similar to the loch ness
My rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain`t no doubts when I`m rappin
If I say it I`ve either done it or it`s bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26`s people dumb out
If life`s a crap game I`m Rollin 7`s on the come out
These rappers think I`m ig`nant, love sayin my name
Cause maintainin my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me I say I made it and it sho wadn`t luck
But cause hustlers relate to me and some are younger than buck
You see I`m married to my music but we got a pre-nup
So if that bitch don`t act right I`m still gettin my cut
My deals never get screwed - my contracts practice abstinence
A master in this program - hazing these undergraduates
So pimpin be easy, quit catchin feelings
Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I`m worth millions
Nobody thinkin bout you, plus your beef ain`t legit
SO PLEASE STAY OFF THE T.I.P. OF MY DICK
[Chorus]
