Short Texas

Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S H O R T
 Texas where them trill ass niggaz be living naughty
 Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell
 Open up my trunk and let's see what I have to sell
 I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper
 And if you a faker then you'll meet your fucking maker
 'Cause I ain't taking, no shit on my cuts
 The UGK posse got the big big nuts
 Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
 Try to make a sale
 You betta bail
 Before they find you in a ditch
 This dope ain't yo dope and these cuts and yo cuts
 Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafucking guts
 Don't make me pump this bitch and unload
 Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the muthafucking road
 And don't even try to come back nigga, yo
 'Cause me Dre and C got fingers on a fat trigger
 We making too much money moving weight
 And before you hit my cuts, you better get your shit straight
 'Cause it ain't safe to just try and show yo ass up
 Street sweeper booming cold blow yo ass up
 And ain't nobody scared to blast
 We pull them triggers fast
 And then we bailing on yo bitch ass
 But if yo shit is legit, then you can join my crew
 U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas
 Niggaz on the track dropping shit about TX
 As long as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checks
 Young muthafuckas at the age of 16
 Cooking up some llello for the local drug king
 The market's not open so they call it closed circuit
 Short Short Texas watch them hard thugs work it
 5-0's on the scene make the all time drug bust
 Out next week slanging some more white dust
 Real, oh, so trill, the life's no glamor
 At the end of my time is spent in a slammer
 Fucking up shit with the 9 inch chrome
 So all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home
 And if you get picked up by the laws
 Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
 Clientele ounce of llello, in jail make bail
 From longs to short, it's constant dope sales
 Stupid muthafuckas smoking dummies and noids in jail
 On U.S.T., Crack University
 Home of the Fighting Fiends, the streets reimburse me
 Cops finding my stash, yo what could the worst be
 Through so going undercover then turning dirty
 Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch
 Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
 Calling my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas
 I don't give a fuck who you be
 You ain't 'bout to sell no fucking dope in P.A.T.
 You could be Tony Montana in this bitch
 Have a boat load of dope but you still ain't selling shit
 Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure
 We gon' let you come up and sell dope in Texas nigga
 See you don't understand, it's our muthafucking cuts
 So step in like I said before, we'll take them muthafucking nuts
 Ask the last nigga brought his fucking ass down
 Trying to sell that fucking dope he bought in H-Town
 Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured
 I'm a go to Port Arthur and run them fucking niggaz
 Brought his fucking gun, guess he shoulda bust
 So they took his shit and put his dick in the dust
 Stupid ass nigga had the nerve to come back
 Rollin on the cuts in his white Cadillac
 Got to the block and the guns just exploded
 Shot his car up with the 9, end of clip the clip that he unloaded
 Sent the nigga home to his momma like a ho
 They jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
 Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest
 'Cause where I'm from nigga house some muthafucking killas
 So have your shit attached, before you come check us
 Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas