Don't Say Shit

[Verse One: Pimp C] Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh Everybody want to know why the album was late I was waiting for whitey to get fucking paper straight I'm an underground king nigga, lets my nuts hang Nigga saying I'm only in (????) Ain't no thang nigga Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that shit They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills Fuck how them bitches feel, I'm working wood wheel In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get killed If he keeps talking shit, ain't no thang to get hit On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss But everywhere we go, we represent the south For Them niggas and Them girls with them golds in they mouth Them boys with them P's and O's in they house It's all about the trill bitch you ain't what this about...about...about [Hook: Bun B] When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fucking with y'all When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit Acting bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fucking with y'all [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, nigga ain't got shit to hide I ain't got nothing to prove We ain't got nothing to gain but I got everything to lose So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit, I be the same The game will never be the same, It was made for me yo gain You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many niggas pop collars and drop dollars Baby ballin' bullshitter frontin' like rottweiliers No bark, no bite, but showing thangs Talking loud like they knowing thangs I'm from Texas nigga, all we do is blow them thangs Fuck your clique, your corner, your city, your last name Stuck in the fast lane,(????) your ass mane Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night Got your ass in a fight It ain't no passing tonight [Hook] [Verse Three: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob] People waiting, some be hating, I'll be shaking, they'll be faking Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready For anybody crossing the line with that fuck shit I got a (????), got a ho, got a trunk with the funk Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump Remember me? The one that had your back up in the club? Remember me? The one that bring you on and show you love? Remember me? The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina With a rusty ass niner looking for trouble So what? I know the same streets you know Yeah so what? I go the same places you go I got the mark in my skin so you know my set I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late I'm the king in these streets till the muthafucking end So you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with my friend [Hook]