Yeh, ohh!Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and painFo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)And last album, they don't like me to tell thisDebuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)That's what they tellin me, switch up your melodyThrough with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers feloniesSo they can lock us up one at a timeBut true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our linesAnd if you not feelin I'm the cream of the cropI'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!Still you lookin at a man that's financially stableOnly nigga gettin checks cut from four different labelsThat Pillsbury dough, women poke my gutsStill I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCKSo if you see me in your town and I appear to be moodyIt's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena bootyMe and Shaka still starvin and lookin for mealsAnd HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his dealI'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACKAnd for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACKMad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottomThough I make big money, still handle small problemsThe ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHITI'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!

Chorus: Y'all got a problem come see meVerse 1: I be that Nigga named LudaAlert, AlertIt's the At alien intruderCollage Park water boy spit in the ca coolerI Jam till they DefThey call me Slick Dick the rulaWomen indeedKeep your eyes closedBold flowsC'mon out them clothes hoesLow pros low blowsWatch out for them Po Po'sAnd I chose to be that number 1 contenderSouthern offenderFucking up your whole agendaWhen I walk you try to runWhen I run you try to hideYou skate at the snap of my fingerCall me golden glideIt's you and IDo or dieWho am II got a pocket full of family stonesCats think I'm slyWhy tryYou one of those niggas that like to cheat deathAnd I'm one of them niggas that rip outExersions until there are no seats leftYou shit and wheat chexAnd fart out deep breathsWhile we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks(Who Cris aw that niggas aight that nigga cant fuck wit me thoughlet me get on tha mic who tha fuck are you)Verse 2: I be that nigga Bronze BridgesPlayas wanna ball but go on strikeCause of my pitchesThey think I want they bitchesBut I don't want no pigeonsYet pigeons can scrub my dishesAnd y'all don't want no scrubsUntil y'all pullout ya extensionsY'all in school detention and never come outMan I'll cut your Achilles tenden and put a sock in yo mouthCause we the shit in the southFate know what I'm talking aboutYa see we Jack and we DanielY'all Earl and RalphFour eyes twirl it outLick it dry it send it to flamesNot even Joshua can come to war wit these gamesThese bitch niggas is lameAnd coming down wit the rainYou all wet behind the ears but itsA drought in your brain.And that's just simply and plain mainThree W dot shhMan that dude Luda got some hot shhMan shut the fuck upBefore you get cut the fuck up(Hold on man hold on lil buddy ya'll talkin bout shawty manshawty up on tha radio stations shawty be poppin man manlet his name be known who ya'll talkin about)Verse 3: I be that nigga that lova lovaI'm nastier than thinking about your parentsSex each otherNo glove no loveBetter tell your dick to run for coverSo when lightning strikesYou'll be safe wit a few rubbersIf you know what I meanNot everybody's Mr. and Mrs. CleanSome get burned like Freddie CruggersSweat dreamsGirls backing they ass upNow they 400 Degrees haHot girlTryin to give it to niggas up on the block girlHave you screaming stop girlI rock worldsWit my nine-inch Louisville sluggerStill wonder why they call me Lover LoverSelf explainectorianAss valedictorianI bring them back to the future like a 85 DelorianThe Luda drug EmporianOn the counter descriptionsYou like my DictionAnd my doctor nurse conventionsPlace the stethascope real close to your tittieAnd have your butt cheeks RedmanLike Uncle Quilly

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoesToo many rookies, not enough prosThe game got switched on some Ludacris shitSo all y'all can suck my diock, BIATCH!! [Verse 1]I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOLSWe dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewelsNo holds barred but obey the block rulesCock tools put chlorine in record poolsAre there anyone like ya? (HELL NAW!!)I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin'When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin'When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin'[Girl:] You wanna be startin some'nGet out the boothand lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down doorsSave all the H20 for front rowsLive in the bank and watch for stank hoesStay chromed out and that's on or off roadIf you know what I mean proceed to stay cleanLight skinded nigga turn red but get greenInhale some of that 'dro but blow steamLove a combination big ass and tight jeans [Chorus] [Verse 2][Girl:] Boy you done lost yo' mindNo I've lost my virginityAnd I shot quick like that fool shot KennedyWhat's the remedy Hennessey CokeIf you cut all your money you'd still be half brokeAshes to ashes smoke or get smokedWe come by the masses you come and get chokedIf you take me for a fool I'll take you for a jokeTired of fast food so they cooked up dopeSo now we eatin lobster shrimp and thingsAnd watch for imposters that's been in the gameWe invented the game and y'all just got hip[Dude:] Man what's that smellPROBABLY YO UPPER LIPCause I love to walk around like my shit don't stankEven if it's cigars and that purple color dankChillin in the Gump with no trace of Tom HanksSo put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks [Chorus] [Verse 3]I put too much sugar in my Kool..AidAnd party like a kid wit a high top fadeArrive to a show and I like to get paidArrive to a hoe and I like to get laidRide up on my back like rugs and floormatsI'm on the right page but what's my formatI wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores atAnd women go nuts just like my bozackDid you know that? Man I'm the gift of changeElectric stoves so give me the keys to the RangeShagadelic, beautiful but strangeWent to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue FlamesRearrange, same broad different nightPass the E&J and let a nigga get rightThe bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flightThe highlight's that I live a high ass life [Chorus - 3X (w/ minor variations)]

Click, clickClick, clickYeahClick, clickDTP nigga! [Infamous 2-0]I started with ten mack tensAnd ten clips and ten pensGot ten times richer in the span of ten yearsBitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to tenI'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men [Fate Wilson]At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugsPushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubsNine thugs all ski masks, black suited with glovesBreak the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs [Ludacris]Man I ate eight clips with eight chicksWatching eight flicksYou's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lipsI figure eight when my mind goes in circlesDID I DO THAT or was it Mystikal and Urkel? [Infamous 2-0]On to 7 Ak 47, so what?I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuckThen put seven in your chest seven days a weekAnd add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep [Chorus]It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score [Fate Wilson]I got six hoes distributing on six blocksIt's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributingSix gun shots leftOne pint of Vodka before this pimp will hitIt's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket [Ludacris]Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagusThen smack you so hard that you have to come with 2PacalypseFive stars, twenty rims, five carsI'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars [Infamous 2-0]I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floorFor you niggas talkin' shitI'm fixin' to show you what forI did four months in the bing instead of a hearstNow it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse [Fate Wilson]I fuck three best friendsRan on all three the same gameIn these streets I'm a murdererI got three alias namesI'm three times insaneThree shots will cave your brainOn 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim [Chorus]It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score [Ludacris]I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunitionBut at Friday the 13thWhat's up now superstition?I'm a two timer with a couple of twinsDouble jeopardyWith a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz [Fate Wilson]I got one motto get dough till your goneI got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoesI'm numero uno with one more before I goIf you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow [Infamous 2-0]And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to meBecause I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys0-6 is my clique along with PCPretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez [Ludacris]It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-TwainIt goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score

[Chorus - repeat 2x]They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that,shit like that, maybe because I get like that,kick like that, rip like thatThey wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that,climb like that, cuz the world is mine like that(yours like that) mine like that [Ludacris]You can get your whole crews, even niggas that owe youThey ain't paid you shit you can drink some cold brewand throw on them old shoes and jump in the whipyou can come and find us, be right behind us and insert the clipYou hear something that went "clack" "clack" "clack"Somebody went down but it wasn't usyou can settle 'bout two meals get hooked up with a good dealStart stackin' dough you can ride your mobileGet 20 inch big wheels and collect some hoesTou can even start eatin' good and smokin' goodbut you pressin' your luck and you say wha'Somebody went bankrupt shiit but it wasn't us [Chorus] [Ludacris]You can go to the drawing board just start from stratchAll over again cleanor you can tell a bunch of officers that I'm the one to catchBut my niggas is the policeyou can try to blame me or even try to frame me but I'll make bail nowsomebody goin' to jail shit but it wasn't usYou do track after track, and walls get plaque after plaqueCD's on rack after rack no moe selling sac' after sac'You could've had that good life, good kids and a good wifeIt was yours to earn but the records stores gettin' returnsshiit but it wasn't us [Chorus] [Ludacris]You could begoin on worldwide tours and see your face on every magezineor you can flip to channel after channeland see that ass on the TV screenYou can pay for expensive videosand have whole lot of big bootie hoesbut when the shit start comin to a closeshiiit but it wasn't usYou can use your back-up plan, even call him your back-up manand start think'in quickYou can call on your back-up hoes, even call the back-up prosand tell 'em to suck a dickand you tell just to get deezand you tell just to pay the feesand to pay their dues, and they catchin those STD'sShiit but it wasn't us [Chorus (repeat 2x)]

Girl We Minus Well See What's Up Wit Them Niggas Hello Hello Yeah Oh Oh What's Up This 20 This 20 Oh Okay Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah So What's Up Man So What's Up Y'all Going To Come Thru Or Not Yeah We Going To Come Thru There Alright That's A Bet Let Me Go On And Tell You How To Get Here You Ready Yeah O K You Go Shit Let Me Let Chris Tell You Hold On Hello Yeah Yeah O K You Go 85 South Okay You Get Off On Old National Highway Make A Left You Going To Come All The Way Down Till You Get To Creal Road Make A Right On Creal Okay Then You Just Going To Keep Coming Down You Going To See This Big Ass White Mansion On The Right Hand Side Word Hell Yeah It's Going To Be This Convertible Jag In The Driveway Range Rover All Black Hell Yeah We Like Right Next Door And Shit In This Hood House Man The Door Kind Of Fucked Up So You Going To Have To Climb Thru The Window Is That Kool What The Fuck Hell No Nigga

East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what? Good luck, time to get hood stuck,coldasack trap me some good stuff,ludacris gimme 20 push ups.Last time i got the hook up you know what i didwho ever thought they grew up im one of the bebe kids.Diaper rash, chill on my ass, and feed em for cashAlmost got signed for puff puff but i think ill passNow what we got is right here, some 20 20 twinsAnd whats up in my hand is a bottle of gin.I love women so im in it to win, in it to grin,in it to get in it and get in it again.You got two booties so you wipin yo chin and i don't blame you.I lay in the sand ya'll lay in the snow and make angels.My ice beats dangle, make my chest look olda,touch it and fall apart like yo highschool folda.I'm a trojan man, BHS hall supplierShady park resident and south side riderrrrrr. east side east side nigga what?east side east side nigga what?west side west side nigga what?west side west side nigga what?north side north side nigga what?north side north side nigga what?south side south side nigga what?south side south side nigga what? Get back time to get hood jackedGold chain, took thatWorld of ghetto fabulous, dope boys and hood rats. Be careful what you look at, you lookin too long.you might go blind in my briefs cuz my dick is too long.I'm gettin neck while i'm singin this song,and theres enough for everybody in the party while ya'll hittin the bongBut ya'll be hittin my shlong, you play the flute quite nicely.When defense erupt you can watch as i get feistyOH NO! you suck again request back upBroads i've seen the rack up, when i pull a gold act up.Get slapped upDrove up the wall, put in reverse, you couldhope for the best but expect the worst.You had a place like some D's on a hearstIt's quite funny, phat rabbit playboy bunny.It seems as if, thats what I need, filthy south and D'sThats why I roll from the south side breedGive it to me now East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what? Good pick, time to get hood sick,hit em with a good lick,Clean out yo house from the couch to to toothpick.East side ruthless, west side leave em cluelessMy north side nackers got these broads actin foolish,And do this for a livin, why ya'll stuck up in your cubicleNight life runnin these streets it sounds beautiful.Women break the cuticle, ballas break bread,South side, I represent it till im dead. WHAT? East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what? East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?

Ludacris And Pastor Troy What What What What What What What What I I I I I I I I Pastor Troy Ok Come On What Ludacris And Pastor Troy What What What What What What What What Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oohhhh Chorus Ludacris Get Off Me But I'm On You All DayGet Off Me I Don't Think You Wanna PlayRepeat 2x Ludacris You Wanna Rush Me You Can't Touch Me Trust Me'cuz You Weigh Too Dusty And Rusty And BustedPastor Troy You Betta' Shop That Make You Pop Up From Lock UpBut You Tell Your Folks To Hold You're Jack Up To Back Up To Back Up Ludacris I'm Ready So Sit Down Or Go Ta' Your RoomPastor Troy It Ain't Nothinnnnn'Ludacris A A Watch Out Watch Out BoomCall Me The Hit Man 'cuz I Make You Wanna Call Time OutThen I Make Your Mom Cry Out When I Take Your Ho Fine OutThen Watch Me Take Ya' And Fake Ya' And Shake Ya' And Break Ya'And See You On Holdddddd Until You Make HerPastor Troy You Should Give Up Now For Talkin' Shit Like ThatBut Then You Noting You Garbage You Betta' Watch Ya' Back Chorus Pastor Troy Ok Ok Now It's The Pastor Her Showin' My MoveLudacris Up In That 2000 ExcursionPastor Troy Ridein' On 22'sI Hear Da' BoomLudacris But Booms Just Get More CrunkPastor Troy It's The Dsgb Foreva'Ludacris We Ridein' On PumpPastor Troy I Stuck Or Did I Fake Punk I'm In Dea Un Huh I Think I Take A Or You Can Pretend To Be HomeyLudacris As Soon They Get Off Me ChorusRepeat 2x

Ludacris-Look, when it all comes down to it...we ain't have shitits word of mouth Ludacris, 4-ize, its like disI make niggaz eat dirt and fart dustthen give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R UsI eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crustSo you can feel what its like with instinct but no gutsA sack wit no nutts orA mack wit no slutsGive me a full-body massage, I still can't be touchedThey call me Seymour ButtsCause I get more ass than mostthey say next and got dat butta love and get too closeFollow da leader cause I'm meaner thanAbdulablugataMy trials of more quest than midnight Maraudersits all Pina ColadasNo cops and robbazTakin' trips back and forth from here to the BahamasI hump more than LlamasGet rolled more than tiresIf you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liarentitled to your Opini-uminto the next milleniumSo many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um 4-Ize-Yo, I am going to blow up the earthwith my few dirty ???explosive space modulatorBuda, we praise you, meditatiorDrop squad interrogator85 percent regulatorthe Educatorand the Almighty CreatorDedicatorThe seperator, of fictionI start frictionsmoking hay without the crucial confliction4-Ize prescriptionMicrophone, Jackie StallonePsychic PredictionEgytian describitionof my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitifulSpiritiual is hooked up to da InvisibileUmbilical Cord of my LordKumbiya Devine ???Remove paper of tar from every cigarI slap authority like the boy Ja JaHalf Allah, Half Anti-christ superstarRockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. ClawWhile I'm hitting Three...Harder than Sonny BonoDouble Dragon mixed up within a VolvoI kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my DojoGot nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hoboWhen I get Ludacris with bridges on da promoNiggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and BozoCause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojothe name sticks like ???I keep it reala than alien autopsy photoYou similiar to a Spice Girl going soloYou lost like ???or a dog named TotoMy statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo??? PromosVirgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' HomoComo.. Estes?Tony Del NegroBuilt to destroy these kid's blocks of LegosLego my Eggo cause I say soHold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay giftedManifested, Elevated, I upliftedThe Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knifeThats a knifePocket out and leave the AlligatorWrestlerCause I hustle YaUnda da chinaBig Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find yaCause I'm thinkingManifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinkyYo, my third eye is blinky

(feat. Chimere) [Chimere]Ooh, hey yeahDo you know how to leave, ride...ride [Verse 1]Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old NashAnd it feels so good to escape and just kick it and laughMy clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the creamAll you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at Gaseen'sAnd I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and hasteCause soul food ain't the motherfuckin' thang to wasteSo let's get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fireWill slide to East Point and make our way to Black RirerLookin' like Outkast on the spot smokin' blunts andHit the liquor store got up, got out and got somethingThat eightball, so I can do some space age pimpin'My blood stay young off 45's Colt and chickenCamels and Rolls filled with d's and VoguesAnd playas mackin' them hoes, in dyke clothesComin' up slammin' Caddy doorsIn Southwest, we'll take it to yo chestAnd we got it locked like some niggas on house arrestCause we ridin' [Chorus: Chimere]Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiideRidin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide [Verse 2]It's just one of those days when I can kick it like this and like thatIt's a free day, my folks got rowdy way backI right off of Cascade or Ralph David AbernathyI shall proceed and continue to keep my roots nappyCause afros in all seasons, they keep me warmSome livin' that thug life so how long will they mournI still ride, that's why I bounce my way to bank-bedI'm so bad that I'll knock you out, that's what my mama saidSippin' on brandy, sunny days with my best friendsToday you see and then you cruise through the West endThey should've said it was Six Flags Over GeorgiaThen underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got olderIf I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand timesI got em' all in check when it comes to bustin' rhymesDon't sweat the technique cause I just move the crowdMy mob's deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride [Chorus] [Verse 3]See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the roadI heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my modeOn my way to D-E-C, baby can't you seeThat Decatur is totally to B-I-G for theeLost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and BeamersYo cars get scooped just like Regina carpet cleanersIt's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it downThey played Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a poundNow my conflict was crucial off some hay I smokedI should be gettin' it cause life is too got damn shortAnd now my mind's playin' tricks and my boys actin' ghettoBack to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metalGod bless the child that's just got his ownSince I was a juvenile makin' cash money at homeI'm from a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my roadIt's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, let's ride [Chorus] [Verse 4]Cause it's the A-T-LWhere all the pimps and the playas just dwellWe get the cash and the ass then bailWe leave a trace but never leave a trailSay it againWhere all the pimps and the playas just dwellWe get the cash and the ass then bailWe leave a trace but never leave a trail [Chimere ad-libs to fade]