Slangin’ Fiend (Ft. Master P & UGK)

[Intro: Master P]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, MP
But uh, Fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine
You gon mix this shit up with Bun B and Pimp C
U.G.K. and Fiend? This straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentitary
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free. This for all the real
Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? No Limit style
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't No Limit

[Verse 1: Bun B]
You muthafucka, I don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone pitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
And you muthafuckin bustas