Akickdoe!

I'm fit to pull a kick do'

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (uggh)

They tried to run up in the manger (run up)

The home of Bun B

Until we leave P-Lo in danger (danger)

Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers

Fuckin' with me and my middle fingers

But to this shit, nigga, we ain't strangers

Pull high calibers and magnums

Gotta gage these pistols

Hand grenades, and land mines

Choppers pipe bombs and missiles

Some of them bitches whistle

Some of them bitches silent

But all them bitches handle the business

All of them violent

'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous

Soldiers done joined the gang with us

You can bang with us, hang with us

Spit that No Limit slang with us

I came to bust every ass in my way til it's over

So get the chip off your shoulder

Fix your lip, I done told ya

We'll hold you hostage in your own apartment complex

Nigga, I can see that you got plex

Sit down and take a time trip

This ain't nothin' to sneeze at

The fear in your eyes, I see

Yeah, bitch where's the keys & Gs at?

I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

I'm fit to pull a kick do'

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

Lay it down,, motherfucker, everybody gotta go

"Give me the loot" is what I tell 'em

When I kick in the do'

Nigga, I'm mad at the world for my lack of havin' paper

Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper

Some say we dangerous, especially when we broke

I'm more daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope

I just live for confetti

You see I'm deadly like Freddy

I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy

I got to much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life

My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice

It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'

And if it wasn't for No Limit, it wouldn't be no money in rapping

Let's see, my boy had a bumper full of keys and Gs

The word on the street, his homie told his baby mama to freeze

See, you can't trust nobody in this dope game

Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, man

Give me a ski-mask, a 9, a down ass nigga

And watch me pull a flee-flicker and make my cheese get bigger

If I get caught, I'm facin' twenty-five, but that don't mean shit

'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this

Nigga, two shots in the air, 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke

And if anybody make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go

When just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans

And Texas hooked up

C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now nigga what?

I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

I'm fit to pull a kick do'

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

I'm fit to pull a kick do'

Lay down on the flo' (flo')

Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go