[hook]2x
   Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
   Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'
  
   [T-Bo]
   Aaaaaaaah!!
   Came in this bitch to shut this muthafucka down
   Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you know I'm bout to clown
   When the thugs get to bussin, duck down hit the ground
   Stay out my water boy if you don't want to drown
   You keep fuckin wit me, they gone find yo ass dead
   When my song come on, they gon act a pussy on yo head
   This for them thugs in the club, who straight, don't mind dying
   And them ballers in the parking lot, straight sitting on shine
   C-Murder called me up, and said "T-Bo it's time
   to represent the dirty south and make 'em respect yo mind"
   Trunk loads of soldiers always starting some shit
   So stay the fuck from 'round us if you aint down with my click
   Be on the lookout for them boys with them rags 'round they fo'head, (Uh Ohh)
   Group of muthafuckas that got security hollerin 'Code Red'
   Get Crunk, Get Buck, ya'll pussy bitches get stuck
   When we come to yo town, tear the fuckin club up
   Only white boy with the click, so you know I must be sick
   You don't like me rollin wit TRU?, suck my fuckin dick
   I'm from that 504, minus 279
   Come and get you somethin', see me thuggin in that 225
  
   [chorus] 8x
   Back 'em up, Get Crunk
   Back 'em up, Get Buck
  
   [Master P]
   Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler
   CP3, whodi they'll bust ya
   Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's
   I aint Ludacris but I can throw dem bo's
   Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat
   T-R-U hot, tell the dj's to play that
   Now give it to me, I want the jewels and the money
   And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies
  
   [chorus] 4x
  
   [Silkk the Shocker]
   We the type of niggas, ya'll don't ever wanna have beef wit
   We'll pull some sneak shit, and get off with some creep shit
   Do anything for the look, for the stash and the cash
   My face to recognizable dog, so I'ma need the mask
   See they didn't want to feel us until we had to empty the cannon
   Tryna hold us, but they just comin up, empty handed
   I know some love us, and I know that some can't stand us
   Me, P, and C we all thugs, seem like that shit just runs in the family
  
   [hook]
  
   [C-Murder]
   You know we thugged out, from the cradle to the grave
   Them TRU Boys, The Miller Boys with T-Bo and some chrome toys
   Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby, for life
   No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet, so think twice
   Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck
   Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck, cause we don't give a fuck
   I'm real with it, XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat
   And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat
  
   [chorus] fade until end