• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wuz Up Wuz Up - Big Tuck
• Welcome To Dallas - Big Tuck
• We The Truth - Big Tuck
• U Niggaz Can't Do - Big Tuck
• U Need It - Big Tuck
• Tussle - Big Tuck
• These Niggas Ain't Real - Big Tuck
• That What's Up - Big Tuck
• Texas Takeover - Big Tuck
• T.u.c.k. - Big Tuck
• Stuntin - Big Tuck
• Southside Da Realist - Big Tuck
• Not A Stain On Me - Big Tuck
• Meet Me On The Floor - Big Tuck
• In Da Hood - Big Tuck
• I Know U Want That - Big Tuck
• Hood Nigga Flow - Big Tuck
• Dippin In Da Lac - Big Tuck
• Can't u see? - Big Tuck
• Bottom Bitch - Big Tuck
• Bad Newz - Big Tuck

(*talking*)
Uh ha-ha, Play-N-Skillz
Big Tuck, Chamillionaire hey let's go
[Hook - 2x]
Haters we ain't scared of them, in the club we punish them
Promise we don't play with them, grab that thang and aim at them
Real throw your knuckles up, represent throw your cities up
Niggaz hating rough 'em up, represent throw it up
[Chamillionaire]
Chamillionaire till you see it, hey (don't forget the K)
Niggaz getting in the way, hey don't forget the K
I don't need to bring the K, I'm ready to knuckle up
Drop a beat down on him, like I'm Skillz and the Play
(got skills I don't play), I'ma hit him with the knuckle game
And then Rasaq, gonna hit him with another swang
The whole click, gonna hit him with another (bang)
Feeling dizzy, he can't remember his mother's name
(let me wake you up), let me refresh your memory
I can be your worst friend, or your bestest enemy
Please tell him what he's guilty of ref, (a penalty)
Get hit so hard, you would think it's ten of me
(but what's the deal), my nigga hol' up
We fin to po' up, another cold cup
Is you ready to sell, (my nigga sho' nuff)
Cause D-Town to H-Town, got it (sowed up)
Go on throw up your hood, and I'ma know you real
Nigga show him your slug, (nigga show him your grill)
Them niggaz ain't looking for trouble, over here
And I'm not Big Tuck, but so I'm so (for real)
If you blowing kill, but you know you trill
And you see the laws pull up, but you blowing still
(And they see your pinky ring), when you hold your wheel
Roll the window up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Tuck]
This what we gotta do, dismantle you and your whole crew promise you
Stirring up beef like stew bitch nigga you, fuck what you going through
You'd think you in a zoo, how these bats and gorillas rush you
Stinking like jelly fish do, why whip one whip two
And I'ma hocus and beat you like Peru, we don't need clues where is my tools
Abric Diesel pants, matching my shoes
You niggaz know, that we're not here to lose
I'm finna send my hollow tips, trying to bruise
Whoa ride to the island of youth, fuck it choke him till he blue
Subtract two Cardier for your crew, doctors have work to do
Fuck it throw your cups up, you got money throw your bucks up
We done opened doors, we get them hoes up
Bout them bitches, throw your skirts up
Niggaz shine like a laser show, still counting money from two days ago
Bar tender get very violent mo', what kinda tracks everybody know
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
I don't mean, to interrupt
I'ma pass it to the Tuck, we gon po' another cup
We gon get a lot of hoes, we gon load 'em in the truck
Take 'em to the hotel, like what's up-what's up
Trying to deal with it, you gon have no luck
My patience get low, when my grands go up
No money up front, you gon have no us
We gon burn off the lot, like man hol' up
Cause I'm not a lame, I got the game
I start the swangs, hop out the lane
If you cock the thang, you better pop the thang
Or I'll knock your brain, up out your frame
Ain't real, them boys ain't true
Stick a fork in him, cause that boy there through
Don't worry bout that boy, if that boy ain't you
He a thing of the past, what that boy name
[Big Tuck]
Fuck it, po' it up then
Said what's up, let me see what click you in
You a bad bitch, let me see some skin
Pass then, pass then
Keep it popping, till the sun begin
Then find us a hotel, to check up in
Ja'causezi suite, room 20-10
Come on in, I see you brought your friend
[Chamillionaire]
Them boys, don't do it big as us
Them boys, ain't even real as us
But them boys over there, grilling us
So all my real niggaz, let's knuckle up
None of them niggaz, as true as us
Ain't nothing, they can do do us
What y'all niggaz wanna do, what's up
They ain't ready, for Chamillionaire and Tuck
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you with (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You already know it (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you with (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You already know it, g'yeah-g'yeah
(*talking*)
G'yeah G'yeah, Chamillionaire and Big Tuck
Y'all boys gon have to get your heart right mayn
Ready to knuckle up and tussle nigga

(*talking*)
(at 10:29 am), Tuck A.P. I got these tracks nigga
I'm at the door, I think I bumped up on some'ing big nigga
I'm trying to get you to wake up, holla back nigga wake up
G'eah wake your ass up, Sgt. Tuck is in the building
I'ma introduce you to my side of town, Danger City
Welcome to Dallas
[Hook - 2x]
Welcome to Dallas, Southside Texas
Don't come with no hoe shit, nigga this Texas
You will get murdered, your neckless
Better respect this, or lay out breathless
[Big Tuck]
Wig split Texas
Come with your mind right or you'll leave headless
We so for real hurr Presidents get killed hurr
Street life bananas and gorillas live hurr
Watch how you move or you'll be ape food
Our apes lift weights with tear drop tattoos
You will get murdered don't tempt me
This is my city we'll shoot till it's empty
Some deny us but please don't try us
Fully automatic we'll rip your house up
Some don't believe that they seem to die though
My life is a movie and I'm Al Pacino
Please check this this where it get hectic
Undercovers come in traps and they leave out neckless
You better respect this won't settle for less bitch
Never been to Dallas then you ain't never been to Texas
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Tuck]
Let me remind you
Got bread I'll put it on your head if I got to
You will get flopped too this what you should not do
Feed bullshit to animals off in this zoo
You're now in Dallas it ain't no faking
There will be no hating you might meet Satan
Home of the G's king of the ki's
We don't ride swangas we bending on D's
Dallas the place we thugging with grace
You better set your pace or you will lose this race
I'ma cut to the chase I'ma give you a taste
You get out of line a nigga will snatch your face
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Tuck]
There'll be no jacking
Cause we got drama the kind you been lacking
The D's what's happening them dope boys strapping
The numbers too high chill out with that taxing
This where I'm from, underground icon
Wait till you meet Fat and Lil' Ronnie, Double and Tum Tum
We are the truth there'll be no stopping
We don't battle rap we get them AR's popping

(Yeah....I know where them nigga's at....I ain't trippin' on no beef nigga', this how we do nigga' hurricane.)
[Chyuh Chyuh Chyuh Chyauh]
[CHORUS:]
We ya see us you ganna know that we the truth
Gon be hanging out the window with them choppers on the roofs
We ain't playing ho
We ain't playing ho
Light out tip toein straight sprayin' ho
[Repeat]
Ain't playin with you hoes not at all,
got the A.R. rippin through the brick wall,
Ima let it rip till this hoe has fallen
Got the red beam on ya whole team dawg,
When them same niggas try and run up in my trap,
First nigga through the door put the beam on his cap,
His niggas flipped out they gon dip ASAP,
Say bitch ima rider and you know i stay straped,
I've been lookin for these hoes for a week,
Sun up sun down no sleep,
When I see ima let em have the heat,
Hope them hoes hungry cause they just found beef,
I'm fixing ta find where these motherfuckers chill,
Then ima letem know what the deal is,
In the car six deep loadin up steel,
bout ta let them boys know that we for real.
[CHORUS x2]
When we dip around the corner with them chaps im back down and up bout ta take on the block,
I don't give a damn bout no mothafucking cops they strapped, we strapped, fuck nigga lets rock, lets rock
Now they see that the clique of the chain cause we hangin out the window with them thangs and they aint,
let it rain god damnit let it rain,
When i leave this bitch ima leave the strip FLAMED.
Niggas get to cappin like they vets we dont walk up on they set, we aint showed them shit yet,
When we bust everybody gets scared(gets scared)
Matta' fact where all my gorrillaz at,
Yes sir its the hurricane tuck, a nigga whos got something that will discipline a busta.
Yall run, we rush
Yall talk, we bust
[Chorus X2]
There dey go
There dey go
Stop the car bout to walk up to they door
There dey go
There dey go
Stop the car bout to walk up to they door
Bring ya AK's
Bring ya AK's
Got the killaz outside with them thangs
Bring ya Ak's
Bring ya AK's
Got the killaz outsidewith them thangs
Chyuh Chyay
[Chorus X2]

[talking]
Yeah, this is our year (for real)
Big Tuck, Fat B (it go down)
Go getter, for real, yeah
[Hook x2]
You niggaz can't do what we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball
You niggaz can't crawl like we crawl, our rims stand taller than y'all
We ride with screens installed, haters we shining on y'all
We can't even shop at the mall, we get attacked at the mall
[Fat Bastard]
I'm in this game like fuck the fame, a nigga gotta make that change
I had to put on my chain, cause I'm so hot I hurt the same
You niggaz can't do like we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball
I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm poppin my trunk at the
mall
[Big Tuck]
You know who it is, that nigga that sell in Brazil
A nigga with a license to kill, and bitch I kill at will
You see that we got the game chilled, platinum grills 24 inch wheels
Now haters head for the hills, bitch we fight over bills
[Fat Bastard]
For real my niggaz we smoking that kill, and packing that steel
We making them bills, y'all acting at skills say look at that Lac on the hill
We grind and that's fa sho, out the mall we pulling dro
Piece and chain be full of glow, all our shows be full of hoes fa sho
[Big Tuck]
Fa sho we moving on go, got pounds and pounds of dro
Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a team that scramble for do'
For checks we scramble for eight, watch out for phonies and fakes
Gallons got hung with a H, got rid of fakes you're late
[Hook x2]
[Big Tuck]
You know where to place us, on top first placers
Put them Fake-obs, go get you a Jacob
V-12's don't race us, house more spacious
Style bodacious, I'm triple to the glaciers
Man they hate us, mink coats and Gators
Skills made us, rap game invaders
Fuck free pay us, get respect like mayors
Diamonds like layers, Fat they can't fade us
[Fat Bastard]
I'm tired of working wood, too many splinters in my hand
Steering wheel turn white, I got voice command
Hoes in V.I.P., like they play truth or dare
Y'all look like ants, cause we move by air
Like that there, I make myself clear
Screens lit up in the roof, we call 'em chandeliers
I hit the shower, fresh and clean for a hour
Hopped out Versacci walk, start mixing up that powder
[Hook x2]
[Big Tuck & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters fuck you, reach out and touch you
(we'll rush you, fleet you hunt you)
This what we do, lay low delete you
(like E with his 40 liquor ass, eat you)
We on some mo' shit, get fat grip shit
(fuck that bitch shit, flip bricks hit licks)
Trying to stunt bitch, we got what you got five or six
(Fat and Tuck, with this T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze cats race track, glass packs
(purple haze sacks, blaze that pass that)
House so big, trying to find where I parked at
(hey spark that, your memory might come back)
When we speak too, diamonds we'll rush you
(and it's crushed too, make you say ha-choo)
Raps stay tight, like anacondas do
(mics we like to chew, just like paranas do)
You niggaz gon recognize us, this how we do Fat B and Tuck
(ride glass out on that buck, on 24's cause that's what's up)
Talking down step ya game up, yeah change your game up
(candy paint the frame up, stacking chips like Amus)
I'll-be-damned these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we give 'em something to feel
(like En Vogue that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the shining
grill)
We underground and we bout a mill, it took a week to shoot how I love
(that's the real we showing skills, not over night invested years)
[talking]
Yeah, that's what's up
Fat and Tuck, this our year T-Town music
Know I'm saying, I wanna let y'all boys know
September...BigTuck.com, Big Tuck radio it will be free
I know y'all thinking we been bullshitting with the radio station
But it's finna go down, straight up
Chat rooms, information on shit, check me out at
Ttownmusic.net, or hit me up at BigTuck@ttownmusic.net
Man this our god damn year, got too much shit going down
Look out for all the upcoming albums coming out
Look out for the Lil' Ronnie, look out for the Double T "The Pimp Man"
You know I'm saying, look out for the DVD
It just a whole bunch of shit, we finna bust you hoes upside the head with

(*talking*)
Whaaaaa, what's happ'n (alright, alright)
It's Lil' B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear)
It's from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City
All the way to T-Town, you know what I'm saying
And you know how a nigga rocking, uh-huh
It's real on this end, you heard me uh-huh
It's real in the field, you know I'm saying believe it
[B.G.]
I'm off the block, niggaz love me cause I keep it real
Hustlers respect me, cause I spit everything that they live
I got a connect with the pills, and the good dro
I get that coat soon as it hit Miami, off the boat
I got a glock I keep it on me, I don't ever slip
Seventeen ain't enough, I rock with that extended clip
Thirty minus four, that's 26 so it don't jam
Run up if you want, you run straight into that blam-blam
Blucka-blucka this Chopper City, don't forget it nigga
I live and breathe this real shit, you gotta feel it nigga
I don't be playing, when I tell you I be thugged out
Mouth full of gold T-shirt and bows, I be thugged out
I ain't gon change, I don't give a fuck if I'm Donald Trump
I'll always represent Uptown, V.L. that's where I'm from
It's Chopper City in New Orleans, better ask around
Niggaz'll tell you, that nigga B.Gizzle hold it down
[Hook - 2x]
You need it, rush up on him
He hating, bust up on him
He plotting, plot up on him
Show mercy, to no opponent
War better for it, guns this is what
Shock him, without a cord
Guerillas, not dinosaurs
[Big Tuck]
Get it how you live, be homeless or pay the bill
Drill a nigga or get drilled, kill a nigga or get killed
Niggaz be hating black, if you hate it you hating back
Stomp feet like alley cats, be on guard for all attacks
Always know what's up, the best set up's a yellow slut
If you set up by a slut, don't be ashamed and chop her up
That bitch was out of line, time to show naked spine
Don't leave no blood behind, use barets and terpentine
Say ain't tripping on shit, got teeth that shine and gliss
Watching them watching this, make other teams forfeit
Swear to God I got a lot of niggaz, I swear to God they all gorillas
I swear to God they'll kill a nigga, they specialize in end a temper
You simple you don't want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain't me
You can't bite no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me
War we done been in a few, who knew how many minds we blew
Coming straight to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it'll happen to you
[Hook - 2x]
[50/50 Twin]
It's like Jeeper the Creeper, my gorillas will eat ya
The feature delete ya, then put you in a box like speakers
Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box I'll beat ya
My house or your house I'll meet ya, discombobulate your facial features
They gon have to get jumped like teachers, step on you frauds like bleachers
Try to play hard but soft as peaches, your OG's will prolly teach us
When I display the Mack-90, you gon have to poo-poo
Shit-shit then doo-doo, like you drunk a case of Yoo-hoo
Babies oh boo-goo, ga-ga-goo-goo got a boo-boo
Have control of what you do, or 50/50 will do you
Press charges then sue you, for getting blood on my who-doo
Lick shots when I shoot through, you got that chump now flee-shoo

i'm a do something bad to ya
cause you a mother******* h**
I'll see you in the club in the middle of the flo I'm a tussle I'm a tussle I'm a tussle I'm a tussle I"m a tussle with ya h** you got ya N***** wit ha
hold up purple one let o tum invade the cut and lean on a n**** like the drank up in my cup everybody make room I'm bout to cave his chest in and make his i swell up to where his edge up begin tum a s*** starter tum always the blame aint never played sports therefore i don't play games you better ask these dudes i'm a rock a n**** a** if your chick pop off i'm a smack a monkey a** thats gasta ganstafied thats how we do it in the dirty and hit a wieny n**** with a combination flury left right right left i'm a hand hitter quitter make room in this b**** when d.s.r in it i'm a head up by the bar and get with bub after that hit vip and fire up some drugs

[Hook x2]
You niggaz ain't real, you niggaz ain't real
You niggaz ain't real, that's real
[Big Tuck]
You niggaz ain't real, real niggaz know that
We'll come to your doormat, (*gun shot*) hold that
Bitch niggaz talk down, real niggaz tote rounds
Move crack through the town, survived up and down
Been there done that, can't lose fuck that
Fall off bounce back, fake niggaz hate that
I know they do, whatever happens gotta stay true
Be real with a nigga be real with you, you get a chick Southside too
Stay on top of game, it's hard to shoot red beam to aim
Gotta get that change, disregard the fame
Why y'all niggaz hate, we shook back to divide up the cake
Won't stop we fill the plate, y'all niggaz better get it straight
[Hook x4]
[Trae]
These niggaz ain't real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal, quick to stealed
They never gon fight and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real
Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro
Not too much but you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be hoes
For real I promise these niggaz, be putting me in my zone
Till they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get to running they bitch ass home
I forever Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' never changing but rearranging
Throwing our shit like Troy Aikman, then back to the West like Gary Payton
For the 2K3 they can't see me, we A.B.N. out S.U.C
Bitch niggaz better beat they feet, ain't no way you finna fuck with me
Ain't no way you finna fuck with Boss, ain't no way you finna fuck with B
Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and boys lose they teeth
I hope you feel what I'm telling y'all, if you don't then I'm swelling y'all
Straight up on the click, pull out the Mack and fuck 'em all
[Hook x4]
[Z-Ro]
These niggaz ain't real, they just act like they got nuts
24 murderer pull up and dump, like scared busters they telling us
I'm one of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushers
Why blow with beef hopping out on fo' crutches, dedicate that to all busters
Guerilla Maab they running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaks
They daily pertaining M double A-B, everyday for Screw it's R.I.P
One day Dinkie gon be free, no more Penitentiary
Up on the stage with us getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash
A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro
That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes
I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview
Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my rearview
But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I ain't dead
Made some moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't bled
So I claim that ass mine, when you revenge watch you out a vine
Homie you better respect my mind, or be the next nigga to get found face down

[Hook: Dre]
I got my locs on, even when it's dark I ain't playing
Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making
That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)
That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)
So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning
Don't talk to me nigga, if it ain't about money
That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)
That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)
[Big Tuck:]
Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur
Blue and yellow's on the piece, look like they going to war
My shoe game real, it's like I'm skating the floor
The chicks adore, the house built on the shore
Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town
When it come to my paper, ain't no kidding around
DSR is the click, we holding it down
You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around
Spent a grip on the necklace, won't speak on the teeth
But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach
So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech
Shining so hard, I'm not allowed on the beach
26 oor 28's, the only way that I skate
Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape
The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake
Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake
[Hook]
[Big Tuck:]
A lot of y'all don't know me, but a lot of you do
Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue
The car you driving, I bought six for the crew
Check the seven point one, I got the signature too
I feel it ain't right, to be rich like this
Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish
VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss
The '76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit
Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash
The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash
The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath
Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass
Got my locs on pimping, if it's sunny and not
Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef' ain't got
The Big T you see paid, I'm way too hot
If you ain't talking bout money, what you talking about
[Hook]
[Big Tuck:]
I got my locs on, and I'm shined up
G4 plane, better go on get your grind up
Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up
In a world of our own, lil' mama don't mind us
It's me the hook, the cross the jab
Big Tuck's the chemist, and the booth's the lab
Pimping the mic, it's the gift of gab
I'm the man of the hour, I got loot to grab

It's going down, Bun B baby
Big Tuck baby, you know what time it is
The Texas take over, know I'm tal'n bout
Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill
Down South know I'm saying, well let em know
[Big Tuck]
G'eah, this is the Texas take over
The G4 plane, or the Rover
Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to
Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja
Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling
Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling
Big money folding, your ery'day hustle
Today I'm in London, tomorrow I'm in Russia
Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour
Just got the money, now I'm working on the power
And my real niggaz, still working that powder
While I'm representing, this blue bunny flower
[Hook - 2x]
If you want it, you could find us in Texas
Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
Everything big, up in Texas
By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
[Bun B]
It's Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping
From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain't tripping
See, Texas is the home of Screw music and drank
Coming down blowing swishas, on them 4's that clank
Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand
Sitting sidways on leather, as I flip through the land
Chunking deuces showing love, as I swang up on your Boulevard
One hundred percent gangsta, don't make me have to pull your card
From P.A.T., on up to the D
The fucking town we holding it down, and keeping it G
So what you see is what you get, baby simple and plain
Two of the realest done hooked up, to shut down the game
Don't ask us how we got thoed, we just start
Now that UGK done hooked up with that, DSR
It's a wrap, all haters bow down go on and chill
It's some new sheriffs in town, that's on the trill
[Hook - 2x]
If you want it, you could find us in Texas
Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
Everything big, up in Texas
By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
[Big Tuck]
I stay hopping out the pearl, Maybach
Living like Diddy in the city, take that
Blowing real kush, don't believe it blaze that
Mob in the club, where the stage at
You could tell, that I'm playing with some change
Cause I got some down South stones, on the chain
Big Tuck is the name, flyer than a plane
Got the Gucci lens, with the diamonds on the frame
Down here in Texas, everything good
Everything candy, everything wood
The Lone Star State, the house on the lake
Riding with a bitch, thick pretty ass face g'eah
[Hook - 2x]
If you want it, you could find us in Texas
Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
Everything big, up in Texas

It's da big t u c k
chew on mikes like a mike buffet
album drop soon cop da ho soon
sippin hypnotiq in a purple lagoon
french made house wit a damn noon room
yellaz down stairs wit cat costumes
can we fuck? yeah braided up hair
call my teeth a witch when u see it its a glair
spreewells turn like a ride at tha fair
pull out ya camera 'cause it's better then a stair
comin down swangin dippin on blades when my car park its an arcade niggas aint ready ready for da tuck act like bird bitch ya betta duck send a nigga to me he betta be buffed up 'cause da uppercut gone rush his ass up top of tha line witcha i cant complin rather be a sella ratha then a client get on ya ass like a un tamed lion call my gun a stove niggas be fryin. back on da sweet back on da beat i aint big headed 'cause im back on da streets wat u doin now i already don did master da arts of splittin wiggs....
pick up dat album fareal...big tuck..sksss sksss skssss

You niggas cant do what we do/
You niggas cant ball like we ball/
You niggas cant crawl like we crawl our rims stay taller than yall/
We ride wit screens hatas we shinin on yall/
We cant even shop in tha mall/
We get attacked in tha mall/
You niggas cant do what we do/
You niggas cant ball like we ball/
You niggas cant crawl like we crawl our rims stay taller than yall/
We ride wit screens hatas we shinin on yall/
We cant even shop in tha mall/
We get attacked in tha mall/
Im in this game like fuck tha fame/
I had to put on my chain/
'cause im so hot it will hurt ur flame/
you niggas cant do like we do/

southside da realist
drug dealers killaz
sharks and gorrilaz
hope that u hear this
who said that we aint dope dealing wizards
cars changing colors like chamillion lizards
southside da realist
im a make feel it
microphone blizzard
out on the grind
gots to get mine
from the state fair down the x to the pine
home of the killaz home of the G's
Boyz round here crawlin dub deuce D's
its another place
southside's an island
out in the jungle the gorrilaz be wild
in deep in the game my domain
u can get it by the pack or by the train
aint no fakerz got bikers and raider

Intro (Big Tuck) - - Whats crackin, you already kno who it is, ya boy Big Tuck, Freight Train Tuck, Swag school is now in session, ye unda stand n im tha dean of dis here I got this,
(BACKROUND - WOHHH OHHHH OHHH WOHHHHH OHHH)
(Big Tuck)-
Get money, and we gon' get money, them boy fresh but they not this stunted, when I walk by even smell like money, Dope man clean not a damn stain on me (Stain on me) [Repeat x1]
Prada frames on me, look at tha chain me, oh that nigga got a mean swag on him dont he, all tha girls want me, but couple girls only, ya u lookin good but dont put ya stain on me, Not a Not a stain on me, I keep that thang on me, Aint Aint gotta use it mean knuckle game on me, I keep some change on me, I cant complain homie, I'on want ya girl pimpin she jus all on me.
People's People's swag on me, I keep a rag on me, bitches love ta see my red monkey sag on me, then they brag on me, try to throw that ass on me, ?Hop ins lookin? I aint leavin here loneley, not a not a stain on me not a not a stain on me, so damn fresh i'on think it rain on me, VBS stones not a damn one phony, DOPE DOPE DOPE MAN CLEAN, not a damn stain on me..
Get money, and we gon' get money, them boy fresh but they not this stunted, when I walk by even smell like money, Dope man clean not a damn stain on me (Stain on me) [Repeat x1]
A freight train comin, freight train comin, if we in ya club then that muh'fucka jumpin, Fat tell them boys sum'n..
(Fat Bastereddddd)-
Leme tell you boys sum'n, like my nigga Tuck said its a freight train comin, I smell like money, not a damn stain on me, dont fuck with ?lames homies? got that candy frame cromin, she say she dig my swag thats why I got ya dame on me , dont hate tha playa just hate tha game homie, I make it rain homie, hatas like dang homie, dont worry bout me ima do my thang homie, im cold with tha hands but I keep that thang on me, I make it rain on em' but it cant rain on me, Dope man clean, fresh purr' uh bapes, Red monkey jeans ima un-tame ape, me and Tuck hit the club lookin clean feelin stunted, Hoes sniff me when they see me cuz I smell like money.
(Big Tuck) -
Get money, and we gon' get money, them boy fresh but they not this stunted, when I walk by even smell like money, Dope man clean not a damn stain on me (Stain on me) [Repeat x1]
Im from south Dallas drop(drop), south Dallas drop(drop), Im tha kinda dope ta get any city HOT(HOT), Dope man fresh(fresh) chain on tha chest(chest) Body rock tha stage aint a stain on me yet...
Get ya swag on(Get ya swag on) Get ya swag on(Get ya swag on)Get ya swag on(Get ya swag on) Get ya swag on (Get ya swag on)...
(Fat B.) - Now Get ya money on(Get ya money on) Get ya money on(Get ya money on)Make it rain in tha club see ya money gone...

[Addiction:]
Watch us bulldoze your spot, and make your heartbeat stop
Got a mean overhand, oh yeah you will get dropped
Upper cuts combination, please don't get slid
Give this fuck boy a earshot, now he hearing the kick
Better have your shit in order, when you fuck with my click
We got shit you never seen, don't get rocked in this bitch
Ay-ay, my click been the elite
DSR in thr building, don't get stuck to the beat
These hoes ass niggaz in the club, think they swift on they feet
I got them niggaz on watch, oh yeah you will get beat
Burn these niggaz like sweets, call me Smoking Joe
Got a jab for your ass, please don't step to me bro
And don't come to the flo', we got guerrillas at war
We on the Vietnam shit, we leave your head on the floor
Why you acting all hard, we'll pick up your chin
We giving dome shots out, my click came in to win
[Hook:]
I'm real (I'm real), you a hoe (you a hoe)
Stop talking, nigga meet me on the flo' - 2x
Meet me on the flo', meet me on the flo'
If you want a problem, nigga meet me on the flo' - 2x
[Tite:]
I don't know what these niggaz tripping on, maybe it's what they sipping on
D-Town the murder cap, your ass gon wind up missing homes
Big Tite don't play games, riders never say names
Keep your P's and Q's in order, I'm always on my A game
Come to war with a big gorilla, 4-5's mo' triggas
Show your ass this magic trick, hit the flo' nigga
I don't care what you talking bout, come down to the flo' with it
Like a snake tight on your ass, basement just like fo' hit it
And you better warn them niggaz, I'm King Kong with scrilla
They want beef, then watch us heat filet-mignon them niggaz
Plex is not a issue, go on your mama miss ya
Now may the Lord bless ya soul, family need a tissue
This that rider music, haters they get mad
Come to the flo', and I'ma pop a can of whip ass
See I'm a real nigga, and you's a hoe nigga
That's why your face need fixing, cause it's broke nigga
[Hook]
[Big Tuck:]
G'eah, Big Tuck's the name
I make niggaz get low, like a C4 bang
Squirell with a nigga, jabs come like trains
And niggaz are rams, see we don't play games
Ay nigga, fuck your click
Your whole squad are some pussies, mine's running this bitch
G'eah, I ain't gon say no mo'
I'ma find one talking, and put his face on the flo'
My whole team, stay ready
I'm way too heavy, I'm like boxing a Cheve
Nigga, bring your game
Miss me with that talking, you better bring your swangs
This how, we do that there
Fuck your feelings, we do not play fair
We straight, mopping you hoes
It's gon be another gang, when you walk out them do's

Yea Get Dis Money Nigga..Raw Wit Me
4real!!Nigga
[Chorus:]
Im In Da Hood Like A Pound Of Dat Good Movin Threw Da Hood Like A Pound Of Dat Good Niggas Get Smoked Like A Pound Of Dat Good Put Em In Da Trunk Like A Pound Of Dat Good Gota Bopa On My Pistol So Its Hard To Work Wood ??
I Done Blew Da Candels Out Play Boy I Wish U Would And Money Grow On Trees Playboy I Wish It Would
[Verse: Fatb]
The Young Underground Kings Tell Me Somethin Good Went To School At John B Cause Im Soo Hood Zilla Said Double Up Is An Addition For Da Bucks I Got Guns Dats 5'3 Da Stash Spot Real Tuff Ready To Buss A Fat Bastard But Dont Get It Twisted Im Your Next Birthday Present Cause Da Flow Is So Gifted I Smoke Alot Of Kwon Cause I Got Indian In My Blood Pass Da Blunts Around Blue Like A Indian In Da Club Hatas Wana Hate Hoes Wana Cuff Us{Why}Cause Da Bread Got Cheese Like Stuffed Crust These Niggas Hoes Cause They Got Tears In They Eyes But The Same Thang Make You Laugh Make Ya Ass Cry
[Chorus]
[Verse: Tumzilla]
Comparison To Me Im Crack You Dirt Weed You Travel The Same Path But Going A Different Speed Niggas Peep My Style The Sweat My Technique 50 No I Stay In Dirt Like Baseball Cleats Earrings Crazy Wrist Game Nuts I Get A Check Every Month For These Retarted Prencess Cuts If Rap Was Bball Id Be Tickle Na Twin While You Ridin The Pine Ahead Of You Like Eastern Time At The Top Of These List Leave Broke Niggas Pist I Could Give Every Crackhead In Dallas A Rock Off My Muthafuckin Wrist Yea Ya Hooks Dope But Ya 16s Aint Shit I Spit Dat Fire Shit Dat Make Da Fuckin Track Quit Zilla!
[Chorus]
[Verse: Big Tuck]
Chea Da Big Tuckadopy Watch How You Move Or Shit Gone Get Sloppy Straight From The Hood ?? The Eagle In My Hand My Fingers Is Cockin You Cant Forget The Face Just Open The Source You Wont Win The Race The Dam Boys A Porche Im Cheatin Under The Hood Straight Up Iron Horse I Would Pull Out The Mclaren But It Depends On The Course Bigtucks The Name Gettin Bucks The Game No Liscens On The Range Cause I Bought It In Spain And The Bitch Paint Blue Look Again It Change Im Far From Pimp C But Ima Hog In The Game Nigga Sell A Million Records And Dont Need No Bud Strippas Come To Da House Think Thats A Larger Club Chea Its Tuck Bitch Show Me Some Love If Da Ice Melts On Da Chest New York Would Flood

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
I know I know, I'm a playa
I stay with a, pocket full of money
I'm a pro, at getting paper
So if you about your money, you should come and get that money with me
I know you want that, I know you want that
I know you want that, get that money with me
I know you want that
So if you about your money, you should come and get that money with me
[Big Tuck:]
I'm swimming in cheddar, Gucci's all leaning in leather
Flying wherever, buying whatever whenever
I'm the absolute truth, the bank account's the absolute proof
I'm skating on fools, you should see up under my roof
I'm the money go-getter, diamonds got the chains all here
When that G4 get up, land make the whole city shake up
Big Tuck's up in here, get bucks up in here
Let me tell you some'ing real, every stone VVS clear
Don't have time for them fakers, I been grinding for paper
I'm shining on haters, ten acres up in Jamaica
I'm a fool pimping, a animal for the do'
Professional with it playa, I already know
[Hook]
[Tum Tum:]
Main squeeze caramel, pretty face track legs
Big crib couple cars, except for chains big bread
Blue slab blue spokes, blueberry blue smoke
D-Town yep yep, I rep that already bro
Play N Skillz-T-Town, T.P.G.-DSR
You ain't ever seen now, you looking at a Dallas star
Screens on bang on, top drop shag shown
Candy drip-drip-drip-drip, we get our money on
Thanks to Algierz, red monkeys yeah I'm strapped up
We ball for real bro, go 'head and get your stats up
Come on gal shake that, big money make that
'Zilla on the big screen, I know them haters hate that
[Hook]
[Big Tuck:]
I'm seriously moving, the McClarren is cruising
I can not be losing, supermodels are choosing
Let me tell you what's happening, ain't no faking or capping
When the music is slacking, I'm going back to that trapping
I'm all gorilla, keep fifth found this glitter
The freeway splitter, inside all chinchilla
In the life of a winner, eat steak and lobster for dinner
Pulling up on some spinners, I make one hell of a contender
I'm so-so focused, no clowning on vocals
Look good on my posters, the yacht is the throwedest
Getting money is sent to, better check my credentials
Overseas account, I'm presidential

Was poppin got the chevy choppin
38 inch tires gotcha girlfriend boppin
Valet parkin got them 18s knockin
Open up the doe got the whole club rockin
Club sign rockin kabaliche watchin
Hit the red carpet tell me I ain't showstoppin
Niggaz tryna chill see them hatin niggaz watchin
I'm a get drunk an we gone end up bouncin
That's right nigga southside nigga
Say the wrong word getcha mouth wired nigga
An iont give a fuck about yo background killa
Ya understand ya'll gone respect my niggaz
I'm colla poppin ya'll clothes swappin
Heard ya CD pimpin ya'll ain't rockin [x3]
Freight train comin an that bitch ain't stoppin
Try me an see if iont get this mack 9 an cockin
Ya'll niggaz fake iont fuck with snakes
I'm blacked out that hat dirty on my waist
South dallas texas I'm a put in yo face [x3]
I'm the 1st rapper that dey den heard bout their space
U should see the house homie whole bunch of space
Pool on the roof backyard lake
Niggaz gettin money an lonestar state
Wen I touch the mic murda was the case
I b gettin money my lifestyle great
A mothafuckin boss gotta no was in straits
All this swagg all this cake
Supa model bitch wanna party gets fate
Freight train comin frieght train comin
Make them hoez leave like a hurricane comin
If I'm in ya club then that muthafuckin jumpin

[talking:]
Ay what's up mayn, this your boy Big Tuck
Ad-Tuck-Hitler, Hurricane Tuck and Paul Wall
This what I want my dope boys to do
I know we got a lot of dope boys out there
Everybody know, we got money down here
We gon put the new shit up, and we gon jump in a old school Lac
And we gon dip on these hoes, g'eah-g'eah
[Big Tuck:]
I swear, I'm the freshest nigga moving
GT roof down, cruising
Gucci loc's on, peeping bitches choosing
Tispy on the dance floor, grooving
Seeing niggaz hating, cause I'm shining
Got money in my pockets, I don't mind em
Yeah nigga, peep this watch
Peep this chain, my shine don't stop
I'm dope man fresh
The J's on point, heavy crease the Guess
The chain on the chest, hoes obsessed
They finally get to meet, the Big Tuck in the flesh
She's watching, I know that I got her
Three karat studs in the ear, she know I'm a rider
And, it's just like that
The Benz in the garage, I'm bout to jump in the Lac
[Hook: x2]
Dipping in the Lac, with the do's rose up
Hoe-hoes froze up, cause the do's rose up
Ho-ho-hopping out the Lac, and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose-rose gold up
[Paul Wall:]
Pull up to the club, bout twelve cars deep
All dripping candy paint, with some glassy ass feet
I keep the trunk waving, and that dro stay blazing
With the nine tucked tightly, at them haters misbehaving
I'm a hard hitter like Greg Blue, setting trends and squashing noise
Pulling up in some candy toys, strutting the parking lot with poise
You see them karats on my wrist, and all around my neck
With nothing less than flawless diamonds mayn, what you expect
I got a lot of charms, I got a lot of chains
I got a lot of grills, and nan one of em look the same
Swang and bang in my candy car, boppers wanna know who we are
Street veterans and mic wreckers, we certified young ghetto stars
Popping bottles that's just for fun, popping trunk that's in my blood
Candy paint might cause a flood, please don't spill my cup of mud
You know we stay balling, cause we keep grinding for that bread
Swishahouse it's Paul Wall, and I'm G-Boy fresh until I'm dead
[Hook x2]
[Big Tuck:]
I'm dope man fresh, dope man fresh
Chain on the chest, I'm dope man fresh
Dope man fresh, dope man fresh
Hopping out the Lac, staying dope man fresh - 2x
I'm a certified, wood gripper
I'm a old school, candy paint Lac flipper
Got the bang on, and the screens lit
Got the dro going, satellite kit
What you know, about the mink guts
And the motor, that'll drag race a school bus
Just, got the paint job touched up
On the freeway, riding with them do's up

Chorus: (x2)
U cant see me
ridin down 3
candy paint wood grain TV
lone star state
livin life great
playas where yo wand, dispear in ya face.
Yeah, Yeah,
bitch I'm screened up (screened up),
blinged up (blinged up)
bitch you seen her, brand new beama (yeah)
light da dro up (up)
pop da door up (up)
push a button and da sun roof close up.
30 karot peice
its lookin good right
I'm da hood type (hood type), finally got my cash right (yeah)
talkin Nextel (Nextel)
big body S.L. (S.L.)
chase da game up
D12, da box shell!
yeah I'm stunnin on em (stunnin on em)
blocks I pump on em (pump on em)
livin life like a ram, i get buck on em
I'm in mash mode (mash mode)
get money ovaload (ovaload)
how i feel it, i'm da black down in Brasko
keep da cash flow, broke in da past ho (ho!)
you cant catch me wit a muthafuckin lasso
dats wassup nigga (dats wassup nigga)
get ya buck nigga (get ya bucks nigga)
me and double round dis ho livin great nigga!
Chorus
We major money makas, get it out da state skatas
switch da flash G's in da face of these fuckin hatas
satelites for da screens, plus for da radio
throw a plasma on da door, roll by and shock a ho
big paper gettin more, voice activated door
touch screen navigation, tell us where da fuck to go
automatic start up, soon as you pump da brake

[Big Tuck:]
What's happening mama, let me shoot at you
I'm digging your style, I see you feeling me too
Let's hop in the slab, go to the lake front view
I got some'ing on my mind, I'd like to share it with you
The limo tint, the bank up loud
It's just me you, and this hydro cloud
Damn you fine, thinking out loud
You got the potentials, of what I'm thinking about
(my bottom bitch), I need some'ing to trust
And at the end of the night, you'll be the some'ing I touch
It's easy right now, cause my life's so plush
Plus my cabbage is up, I won't ask you for much
I hope you get the point, that I'm shooting at you
If I was down on my luck, I'd be counting on you
To be my bottom bitch, my bottom bitch
My bottom bitch, my motherfucking bottom bitch
[Hook: Sleepy Lee]
I don't mean to come at you like this, but girl I need a bottom bitch
My motherfucking bottom bitch, (one just like you
If my hustle don't work, I could count on you to be my bottom bitch)
My bottom bitch, (show me a grind
Before I invest my time, I need to know that you down
To be a bottom bitch), my bottom bitch-my bottom bitch-my bottom bitch
[Big Tuck:]
My game too real, I know that I got her
The flawless jewelry, I guess she know I'm a rider
Fresh out the shower, body covered in Prada
The brand new Benz, plus the whiff of Piscota
I'm fresh to death, you'll be fresh too
My world's off the chain, let me share it with you
You won't be the same, after a hour or two
First class to London, to the Madimalshu
For my bottom bitch, diamonds and pearls
Don't forget the passport, we bout to travel the world
And it's just like that
It's amazing to have a face, and a shape like that
Let's blaze this sack, take this stack
This what it feel like, to have mink on your back
This for my bottom bitch, my bottom bitch
My bottom bitch, my motherfucking bottom bitch
[Hook]
[Sleepy Lee:]
Baby it's some thangs, that I gotta know
Would you be around, if I was po'
If I lost a million dollars, in a day
Would you still treat my Tempo, like an Escalade
Or would you, leave me lonely
Thinking bout you only, I just gotta know baby
[Hook]

(*talking*)
Yeah-yeah, the brat-bull huh
For real-for real, for real-for real
[Hook - 4x]
I'm bad news, (bad news)
I'm bad news, (he bad news)
[Big Tuck]
I'm bad news, to you motherfucking fakes
(it's the Hurricane Tuck), and I'm tearing up the state
Keep it real for my niggaz, but I'm in for them snakes
And they hate cause I'm great, and the mic's that I break
Money that I make, keep these broads in a daze
(and I rumble in the club), like I'm fresh out a cage
Put the lock on the K, so you best to behave
(you don't want it with me boy), cause I'm wild with this gauge
[Hook - 8x]
[Big Tuck]
It's Big T-U-C-K
(who), T-U-C-K
I ain't playing wit ya, (playing wit ya)
I ain't playing wit ya, (he ain't playing wit ya)
I ain't playing wit ya, (playing wit ya)
I ain't playing wit ya, (he ain't playing wit ya)
When you see me in the club, it's bad news
Come out creased up, from my cap to my shoes
Represent the money, but he finna get abused
All these diamonds, they don't think I'm playing by the rules
We got teeth that really bling, jack-up some bezeltynes
Glocks with scopes and beams, foreigns and everything
Bigger than dinosaurs, scar ya and leave you sore
Slugs that hurt like pores, why just because
[Hook - 8x]
[Big Tuck]
I'm so raw so street, so off the chain
Jump on the track, and go head up with a freight train
Thanks to the Marines, I'm a killer but well trained
Fight for green, like a mascot for Notre Dame
I'm so sick with it, you don't like it deal with it
You want it go and get it, now fire come and get it
You fin's to meet your maker, the lyrical undertaker
C-4 pass detonator, bad news to a hater
Then leave the hook, the crowd done jam
Got a pineapple bomb, under the seat in the slab
I'll give you a skeet taste, but you'll die from a dab
When it's crunk on your hands, it's bad news you have
[Hook - 12x]
Bad news...he bad news