A nigga ready from the get go(blowe, blowe, blowe)
  Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play?
  Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
  You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
  Is what I say, best run the other way
  In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
  My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
  Make yourself exempt
  Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck
  Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
  By gettin blasted, how drastic
  They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
  I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but naw (naw, naw)
  I take that back, that's my problem
  Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin
  As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome
  Step up nigga, if you want some
  
  Chorus(2X)
  Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
  We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
  It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
  
  [Big Boi]
  Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
  It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
  I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
  Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
  I used to sell dope, but in 1994
  I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
  But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
  About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
  She had me makin better grades to make a better life
  But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
  I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
  I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
  It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
  I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
  I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
  So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat
  I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
  Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
  
  Chorus(2X):
  
  [Dre]
  3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
  cause I'ma pro, kid
  But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me
  My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street
  But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
  Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
  But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
  Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
  On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
  Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
  They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
  Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
  One is in the air and one is the chamber
  Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger
  Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day
  At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
  You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch
  Just let you know, yeah
  
  Chorus(2X):
  
  [Big Boi]
  It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin
  No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
  I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun
  And got my pump under my seat,
  in case these yougstas wanna have some fun
  I'd do it if I have to,
  bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
  I'm packin my gauge, if I feel it
  The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
  See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
  So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya
  You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
  1-2-3, you need to think about the future
  Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
  From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave
  You fuckin slave, you better try another way
  To take me out, is truly something difficult
  Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
  I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
  I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
  You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
  
  Chorus(2X)
  
  Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin..
  Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz
  Around the East Pointe way
  College Park is really on the map
  We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
  With the muthafuckin guns and the motherfuckin glocks
  Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop