The Story

Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said

Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed

Hurting my heart and hanging over my head

Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C

The closest homeboy that I ever had

Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page

From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash

Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash

Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs

Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with a big ass bang

Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang

Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live

Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"

Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on

Got love in the streets and played on the air

But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair

Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team

But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems

We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows

But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what was happening on the real

And new management was cutting back room deals

Hiding different money and ever sealing the price

He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing

But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins

Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes

The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes

Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six

Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed

Remixed the management team and tried it ourself

Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf

Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South

Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth

Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest

But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters

The old manager calling and say he fina' sue

And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do

Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating

We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting

He made a call to ?? and folks, telling the man

You gotta cut UGK some slack understand

Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl

Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive

We got the big bosses on the same page

So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage

Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.

It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb

And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him

Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure

But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure

Number one song on every station you turn on

MTV and BET we getting our burn on

Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it

And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded

And it stated, that due to the success of the track

We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back

Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay

Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way

Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask

If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast

A song like that would might take a nigga to the top

But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop

They got mad and put niggaz on hold

For damn near a year till the buzz got cold

So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics

Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces

But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases

He got probation, said fuck you hoes

We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated, one month before we dropped

And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped

Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty

Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black

It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that

Strongest on the block, nobody could budge

And then he violated, now we right back before the judge

They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence

It was January 28th, he ain't been home since

Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses

Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss

Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging

Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging

So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees

Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please

Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble

And get back up on my grind on the double

He said son don't worry

Cause it's not really hard as it seem

And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed

Then push away from the devil and get closer to me

And every since that night man I promise I been on it

Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it

Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G

Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C

So soon as you make parole and they open the doors

You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours

Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe

I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life