Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-are-T Texas where them trill ass niggaz be livin 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 fuckin maker 'Cause I ain't takin 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 muthafuckin guts Don't make me pump this bitch and unload Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the muthafuckin road And don't even try to come back nigga yo Cause me Dre and see got fingers on a fat trigger We makin too much money movin 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 boomin cold blow yo ass up And ain't nobody scared to blast We pull them triggers fast And then we bailin 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 droppin shit about TX As long as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checks Young muthafuckas at the age of 16 Cookin 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 slangin some more white dust Real, oh so triil, the life's no glamour At the end of my time is spent in a slammer Fuckin 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 smokin dummies and noids in jail On U.S.T., Crack University Home of the Fightin' Fiends, the streets reimburse me Cops findin my stash, yo what could the worst be Through so goin undercover then turnin dirty Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus Callin my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas I don't give a f*ck who you be You ain't bout to sell no fuckin dope in P.A.T. You could be Tony Montana in this bitch Have a boat load of dope, but you still ain't sellin 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 muthafuckin cuts So step in, like I said before, we'll take them muthafuckin nuts Ask the last nigga brought his fuckin ass down Tryin to sell that fuckin dope he bought in H-Town Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured I'mma go to Port Arthur and run them fuckin niggaz Brought his fuckin 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 muthafuckin killas So have your shit attached, before you come check us Pimp see, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas
Written by: BLUE LIGHT, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, CHAD L. BUTLER
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