Bottom of the Map

(*talking*) Uh-huh uh uh, yeah yeah (bout to break some'ing off) You now tuned in, to the Dirty 3rd district the Southside of H-Town Yeah and look, I'm bout to rip this here beat I wanna give a shout out, to the C.M.B. Cash Money Millionaires You know, I like what they did Lil' Wayne you fly on this one here Mannie you fresh than a mo'fucker, it's your boy I'm C. Ward around these here parts, yeah-yeah (C. Weezy) All of that and some, some'ing like that, yeah-yeah yeah [Chris Ward] You see I'm some'ing like a playa, some'ing like a G I bet some'ing on some'ing, you ain't nothing like me So stop fronting like you me, saying you C. Ward Cause the streets gon keep me laced, like a pair of Nikes The hustle plus those that hate, is what entice me You wanna know mo' bout C. Weez, let me give you some advice G I say the hustle plus those that hate, is what entice me You wanna know mo' bout C. Weez, let me give you some advice G Me low Caddy coupe, top look ricey Cherry red gold, and all the stones is icey I dropped out for this shit here, it's kinda pricey Plus majors keep calling around here, trying to price me Now when I rap, I don't speak nicely For the fact, the way I act is just kinda sheisty I like my women fine, they attitude is spicey Hot at all times, like some crooked trick dice be I'm smooth like Avon, better yet like Rayon I'm the veteran rookie, why else you think I'm playing It's pussycat niggas like you, that we prey on And the jewelry box I got, look like it's sponsored by Crayon I got the whole, world tipsy Leaning off the shit that I drink, except my name's not J-Kwon I'm the B.G. of this click, and I'm holding it down For those, who been representing it since day one And that's why, I do what I do For the late great DJ Screw, whoo Fronting around here, will get your neck clipped off I ain't bout taking no shorts, or no rip off's I'm bout to button up the top, and straight tip off Like a scratched up c.d., I'm about to skip off Track down here, and use to we whip soft In the hardcore crack you get it, we whip soft And I don't know if you understand, or is you feeling my slang Though it's not Lil' Wayne, I'm bout my cash money mayn You see I'm fresh like Mannie, with a three story compressed Into a one story flat, being built right now you understand me [Clay-Doe] Hold up, before and through Get the motherfucking lighters back lit, for DJ Screw Niggas don't know, bout that H-O-U It's like the whole 4-4-2, is hating on you Who walk identicle twins, to his talk black And got identicle Glocks, in his raw black Living murder you heard of, but of no dirt crack And we serving them birds boy, we don't know how to act I heard from the 3rd, got no problems with that Matter of fact, let's get to the bottom of the facts Catch Doe-shis, in the bottle with some crack Hand painted from the top, to the bottom of the pack Smoking that la-la, till the bottom of the sack Extended clip, hanging out the bottom of the Mack Trying to jack get hit, with the bottom of the gat Choo-choo look fools, at the bottom of the track Who-do's to 22's, on the bottom of the Lac Bitch licking from the top, to the bottom of my tap From the bottom of the rack, hit the bottom of the cat And relax, and get that mind back on all do's Take the Volvo, with the cargo In the car do', rain daddy Wells Fargo I got hands 'cross the land, like a bar code A look in mirror, looking for some convo Am I the realest, if I ain't nigga I don't know You don't know, I'll tell you Doe The Don, from the 3 Ward Young C. Ward, and my S.U.C. squad bitch