The Story - Bun B

Say this is the realist sh*t 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 ni**a 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 a** bang

Them gangsta a** rhymes

With that country a** twang

Dropped "Tell Me Something Good"

Took off and went live

Sh*t next thing you know

We was signing to Jive

Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "

A Pocket Full of Stones"

Put the remix on "Menace"

Sh*t 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

Ni**a 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 sh*t fixed

Remixed the management team

And tried it ourself

Cussed out the GM

Almost got put on the shelf

F**k 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 ni**a 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

Sh*t 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

Sh*t 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 ni**a to the top

But my true fan base

Might think a ni**a flop

They got mad and put niggaz on hold

For damn near a year

Till the buzz got cold

So we said f**k 'em

And went back to the basics

Trying to find ways to get

The f**k 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 f**k you hoes

We finish the album

Got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated

One month before we dropped

And sh*t just got put

On hold or f**king 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

B**ch 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 ni**a through a loop

And caught me in the crosses

Standing cold CEO

Now I'm the f**king 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 ni**a

And no mo' stripe

I kept it real because

To me it's UGK for life