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