[1st Verse (Bun B)]
Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
And the street lights start comin' on in the town
When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep
That's when real G's come out on the creep
Midnight movin through the city on the low
Sippin' on some sizurp and smokin on some dro
Got the TVs on, both my screens on flow
Pop trunk on dis bitch and i'm ready to go
You never know what the night might hold
At the hour of the fungus actin way too cold
You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold
Now a days it's a struggle to survive
Some of these dark alley ways will eat you alive
I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun
And show these mother fuckers how it's done
When your late night creepin.....
[chorus (Bun B)]
'cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
In the late night
That's w, that's w,
That's when real G's c come out on the creep
[2nd Verse (Bun B)]
I got my two 4-5s and they loaded and locked
Keep em' both on cock for i step on the block
It's the grave yard shit 'cause we out on the grind
And we don't care about time 'cause it's money on mind
We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread
We aint worried bout sleep fuck goin to bed
We the last ones to leave after hittin them stangs
Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang
I do my thing and you can't tell me different
Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it
I'm programmed automatic with this G shit
And that go for every other cat you see me with
Glock turned on with the burn on the hip
I'm blowin on the deuce by the candy painted whip
I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun
And show these mother fuckers how it's done
When your late night creepin.....
[chorus (Bun B)]
'cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
'cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
[Verse 3 (Skinhead Rob)]
In the late night better get your face right
Everything sells, bitches to the bass pipe
I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light
Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight
I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks
I aint braggin homie these are just the cold facts
We known to hold gats and nobody hold back
Fuck a cheap shot i'll take out your whole back
So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip
Aint nobody walk away 'cause aint nobody give a shit
Bitch i'm livin and i love it it's beautiful
Somethin like the smell of crap when i'm watchin your noodle blow
We famous pharmisuticals and breakin the bits
We blazin two up in the cuticals to breakin the bread
Don't give a shit you never heard of us
We known among the murderous
For toatin heavy metal push the good shit pour the purple up
[chorus (Bun B)]
'cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
'cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
[Talking]
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies
It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh
Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay
[Bun B]
Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip
Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'
You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy
And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)
Everytime, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe
I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe
[Bun B]
Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'
In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul
My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop
Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop
Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon ball
And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang
That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang
And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green
I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real
Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill
[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Young Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha
So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Well, it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr.Woodgrain
With diamonds up against them ballin' through your hood, mayne
And I'm smokin' on some good, mayne, the color purple
Not the movie but the kind that'll have you goin' in a circle
Chrome lookin' more classy than the Transco Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred thousand round my neck
I'm lookin' real shiny, you can see me from a mile away
Thought you was doin' it, 'til I came and took your smile away
Pull up on your side in the turnin' lane, pop my trunk
Break you off, chunk a deuce and I'm Cadillac turnin', mayne
Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scrapin' and I'm slidin' the pipe, it's super tight
So don't try to knock us, baby, don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone star state, get it straight, we be
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped, draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped, draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Now, if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint
'Cause we doin' it real big, in case you thinkin' we ain't
It's lots of money on these streets, bein' spent and bein' made
All it take is one look to see these boys gettin' paid
They livin' laid in big houses with pools in the backyard
Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
With iced out watches, bracelets, chains
Pieces, teeth, mayne, we throwed in the game
We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceilin'
On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peelin'
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
Push a button and my car is waivin' bye to you punk
We from the land of sippin' on syrup and bangin' the Screw
We slab swangin' comin' down and through, I thought you knew
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Now the South is in the house and they can't do nothin' about us, we be
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped, draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped, draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
One time for my trill trill reppin' the block
The real soldiers on the frontline is keepin' it cocked
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
So they can know how you G it, if they hatin', so be it
We ain't playin' where I'm stayin' 'cause it's way too real
No matter the situation, gotta keep it trill
Got the steel on my side when I ride 'cause I'm ready
I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady
I'm an Underground King homeboy and not a simp
And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp
I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block
And I'ma stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
So go on, ‘Body Rock', Southside or ‘Lean Back'
Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass
Because the whole Dirty South is finna show their naked a**, we be
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped, draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped, draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample]
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas tank or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface]
I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
When I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy]
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma…
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they already…
Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-20 a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
[Intro]
Oooooohweeee
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen
[Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x]
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
[Bun B]
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I got the money and the power
I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll
Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending
I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending
[Hook - 2x]
[Bun B]
Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques
I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks
Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
We all walking out of this mall, with big bags
And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good
We bout getting this money, like some real G's should
And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You can't be like Bun B, so why try to
Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do
[Hook - 2x]
[Bun B]
Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
It's already understood, that we buying out the bar
It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it
Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em
So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop em
Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head
We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread
We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king
Say, this is the realist shit 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 nigga 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 ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive
Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit 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
Nigga 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 shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf
Fuck 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 nigga 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
Shit 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
Shit 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 nigga to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop
They got mad and put niggaz on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the fuck 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 fuck you hoes
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking 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, bitch 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 nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking 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 nigga and no mo' stripe
[Intro]
yeah! yeah! unh Collipark in da house (alright)
Slick! we got bun b (bun b)
ying yang twins
check it out
collipark drop dem beats that'll rock ya world (thats right)
got bun b and ying yang in dis in this thang so git git git git git git git it gurl
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 1]
baby gotta eat ya betta git right
magic city monday dats da crunk night
dat patrone git a nigga good shiverin
physked 4 so wide these hoes b deliverin
wit some poppin and shakin bring her home 2 bakin
these hoes r fully taken wit no clothes dat mean they naked
wat da hell u waitin on yo ass betta git it
these thugs in da club u betta come on wit it
drop it pop it shake it roll it whoa
bitch gotta nigga sittin on swo
losin control of dat liquoir
hell yea i like da way she put dat thing on a nigga
she playin wit my mind
c da bitch is fine
i cant make her mind but i can drop a dime
we want her 2 dance
dis yo chance
2 leave da club wit his print showin in his pants
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 2]
damn look at dat face look at those eyes
look at dem hips look at those thighs
got dat apple bottom baby phat top
baby gurl u a bad mother (boy stop)
gurl i aint trippin and i aint hatin
but ive been watchin and ive been waitin
like da way dat ya shake dat thang
lookin like u finna break that thang
u need 2 let me take dat thang
back 2 da pad
cuz when i put it on ya betcha ya wont b mad
u know i go hard then i go deep
and dis along long we dont need no sleep
havin ya do thangs that ur last man couldnt
lick da lollipop while i play wit da puddin
yea u said u wouldnt
i know u would
dont b scared its all good
gon git it
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 3]
drop it down low hoe shake dat shit
get fucked 4 a nigga git loose wit it bitch
hold on if ya really want some
git ur ass on da flo and git crunk
money comes and go
so its best to git ur ass on da floor
while im poppin dat pussy and hittin it low
i gotta 10 20 30 40 50 dolla bills
4 yo ass 2 git crunk show me all yo skills
keep it real even though i know ur a lady
but ur still in da booty club naked shake it
hold back shit gurl show me wat u got
then shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it for a hot 10
bitch git crunk lemme ya hit a split
drop ya ass up and down like ya ridin on a dick
i came 2 da the club 2 put some money in yo bra so git it git it git it git it git it git it gurl
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[outro]
git it gurl
git it gurl
git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl
[Intro - Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve
Bun...
[Chorus - Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
[Bun B]
Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn
And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple
Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle
Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck
I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away
Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away
Pull up on your side in the turning lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn
Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Bun B]
Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint
Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't
It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made
All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid
They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard
Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
With iced out watches, bracelets, chains
Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game
We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling
On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punk
We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw)
We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Bun B]
One time for my trill niggaz reppin the block
The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it
We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real
No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill
Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready
I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady
I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp
And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp
I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block
And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back
Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass
Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...)
[Bun B]
Man f'real I love bein from the Dirty South mayne
It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today mayne
Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with
what they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mayne
But I'ma tell you like this - FUCK YOU DAWG~! This the South nigga
We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where
Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!
It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)
The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin
Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin
We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)
Cause they could never beat us best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne
It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!
F'real
[Chorus: Jodeci samples]
You're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)
Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)
[Rick Ross - talking over Chorus second half]
Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town
3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is
Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids
R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that
Niggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make
Shakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right
Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made
Friend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow
[David Banner]
Dude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got several pistols
that won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
With no label b-backin, pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin
And y'all scared (y'all scared)
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall
We all different but we all rep the same thang
God first, family then money in the South mayne
[MJG]
They call me PEEIMP TYTE! MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want
Everything I need, everything I'm longin for
when I'm outta town gotta get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us
Racial profilin, police harassment regular days to us
You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'
What else is there left for me to do?
This the dedication from me to you
The South, I know you gonna see, me through
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu
You're everything
Wake up!
Missiles are crossing the sky
You never thought this day would really come
Better seek shelter in hell
Than try escape from insanity
No Future
Annihilation is a profit
Wretched
Apocalypse is not a prophecy
Prepare for Toxic Death!
Prepare for Toxic Death!
Gasp!
The Eyes are burning in pain
When the air becomes your enemy?
Acid runs in your veins
Infected by a lethal plague
Slow Death
While militarise are laughing
Human Waste
Bullets can't feed the survivals (of the war)
A force no one control
A way to total end - Chemical
A power to splinter the world
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice (echo)]
Hold up mayne
I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with somethin
for the slab
You must be crazy nigga
You know we come down, this Texas nigga
That's off the top ho
Hold up, that some shit that'll shake the sidewalk right there
Dang, you pop this trunk
Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
Beat 'em down right quick mayne
[Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs]
I'm ridin slow
(I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
I'm ridin vogues
(Sittin on leather with my shit together)
I'm ridin fo's
(I'm doin dirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty")
I'm ridin slow
(Sittin on buck and I don't give a fuck, so bitch, what's up?)
Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm rollin through the hood
Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm livin good
(Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
I'm ridin slow
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Texas, land of the swang (swang), where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
Come down in a candy thang, hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang
Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick)
Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
Burn that purp inside of the 'gar
With a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car)
C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C)
B to the U to the N to the B, reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T)
I'm a dirty South representer, summertime, spring to the fall to the winter
O.G. in the game, no beginner, don't take a loss (loss), get with a winner
Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner)
And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
Break her off when I'm layin up in her (in her)
When I'm done I'm a send her right back (back)
Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain when I close this fist
Diamonds up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
Huh, huh, huh
I'm ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I smoke and po'
If you ain't smokin 'dro, then what the fuck you smokin fo'?
With my deposit Thug about to give the world a show (huh)
You know the truck gon' glow (glow), you know them screens gon' show (show)
You know the fifth gon' fall (fall), you know them fo's gon' crawl (cheah)
You know that Texas got to show y'all how we like to ball (huh)
My trunk knockin, got 'em watchin like I'm on a stage (I know you see me)
Them four fifteens sound like lions bustin out a cage
I'm gettin paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade
No more braids now, I'm razor on my taper-fade (yeah)
I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed
Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
Man, there's a road through the city
Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty
Wheels so shiny, rims so new
When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? (gon' do)
Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though)
Might come down, not like me though (me through)
Underdog like To' and Beedo (Beedo)
Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto)
ooh wee though, I'm the throwdest (throwdest)
But I guess you already know this
J's the freshest, chain the coldest
Hard to miss (miss), easy to notice
Watch me to show this, easy as pie
Bad ass broad, easy on the eye
I'm so clean and she's so fly
Man we so player and that's no lie
When we come through (through), pass on by
If you gon' hate, take your ass on by
Sittin on top of the world
So really don't need nobody to crash my high (my high)
On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck)
These boys know I'm not givin a fuck (fuck)
Try to step and get stuck
So don't press your luck, what's up?
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
I'm ridin slow ...
[Intro: Bun B]
Bitch don't play... for real!
It P.I.
No bullshit!
Back up off me!
I'm so serious about this.
I'm So serious about this...
Move around bitch if you ain't dyin' move around bitch!
Church on the move!
[Bun B:]
Say bitch you fuckin' with a boss, (boss!)
"Trill O.G" that didn't come to take a loss. (take a loss!)
I paid the cost to be who I - are, (are!)
And they know it when they see me ridin' my car. (car!)
Candy - with the dro inside a big jar, (jar!)
I'm bout to roll that motherfucka in a ci-gar (ci-gar!)
And when the Swisha sweet is hit I'd be - careful (why,)
That smoke will have you coughin all your shit up! (all your shit up!)
I'm in my everyday get up (what?)
Black-T, Levi's, Jordans and them diamonds that stay lit up. (stay lit up!)
You wanna be like Bun Beeta, step yo feet up,
Nigga this is playa school, pay attention sit up! (nigga sit up!)
Cause Big Daddy's on the block (block!)
Smokin' private stock and his bitch is sellin' cock. (cock!)
Hit the block grab the cash, get the cheese and get the dough
And if you never did this shit befo' (shiit!) - you can hit the door! (hit the door!)
[Chorus: Bun B]
I need a real live hoe! (live hoe!)
That'll pick it up and drop it to the floor. (to the floor!)
Fo' sho'! - Now bust it open let me see it,
If you're lookin' for a man, hoe you know I can't be it. (can't be it!) [x2]
[The Gator Main:]
Okay! Gator Main, nigga! - I-I, I needa real live bitch! (live!)
To get out on that block until her daddy get rich. (uh-huuh!)
Now come and let a nigga put you on my gift list
This rep a lot bitch; grab a shovel dig this. (dig this!)
Broke bitch, get a hustla flip this, (God!)
If you don't like it you can raise like a lift kit. (a lift kit!)
Lil' bitty boy - I was lifted,
Off of Kush smoke - 7 grain, I must of missed it. (missed it!)
I started blowin up like some bisquick,
Fishstick-ass nigga plex it was dismissed.
My name be on top of nigga's hit list,
Betta yet my name be on top of a nigga's wish list! (wish list!)
Canary diamonds lookin like a piss test, (why?)
Shawtty wanna be with me she betta be a rich bitch. (rich bitch!)
Or she betta be a dime done diva
When I'm down in H-Town fuckin' 'round with Bun Beeta. - Nigga!
[Chorus x2]
[GLC:]
Everywhere I go hold up pimpin' is respected ('ey, 'ey!)
Hoes keep a playa chose, honor and except it. ('ey, 'ey!)
Astonishin collective, my ism is effected ('ey!)
Wake up to some pressed clothes, pussy and some breakfast. (God!)
Pimpin' is a threshold - physically neglected,
Women call my phone and plee for GLC to smash this ('ey, 'ey! cash!)
Tryna check on me and see what they can come and help with ('ey, 'ey, 'ey!)
Beezies is some L.I.G.'s they wasn't on the shelf bitch. (oh, God!)
Just because your man be there wearin' that wear that's got some velvet, (ah-hahaha!)
He is least intreguin so I call him Robert Redford.
Get an A for effort, ('ey, 'ey!)
That when situations lead to somethin' desperate. - I'm at another airport!
Church is on the move, ew, let me be your shep-haaaard!
The mackin' Moses I was on it.
I was caught up in the moment, Mackin' moment of a tone, ('ey, 'ey!)
Askin' me to be your man when you know the answer's: "No!" Bitch... (hell, noooo!)
[Bun B - Verse 1]
Now when it come to making money I’m a printing press
When it come to being Trill I’m a litmus test
I run it like a fitness test
And when it come to making history I’m like (?) son
A million ways to die you already chose one
A million dollars stacked it sounds like a good beginning
We on the top now go back and tell the hook we winning
And while ya there let em know we did it just for them
I made them cough the cash up and left them jsut the phlegm
Is that the King of the trill go tell em yes it’s him
And his testosterone is up who’s got the oestrogen
I like your girl and I think she like me even more
I hit her with that heave and ho and them I’m leaving bro
The dirty South’s finest and dirty south’s behind us
Now thats a plus on the report card not a minus
Keep your security blankets because Im not your lighters
You got a problem with us you know its just as hard to find us
[Drake - Chorus]
Uhhh, since your telling on me
Tell the World bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
Just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
[Bun B Verse 2]
They know I’m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status
I elevate the crime
My time is money so I put some money on my time
Lightening on the Breitling so exciting when you see that shine
We on that leather (?) before its never even thought of
I broke my bread and fed the team just like the Holy Father
I helped the blind to see and kept it G just like I oughta
The only thing thats left for us to do is walk on water
We playing all four quarters til the clock expire
So til I see the ref waving I will not retire
My flow is still official and I still got the fire
Can’t take your eyes off me, like when you watch the wire
And in ‘0-10 we finna go in
So let the opposition know there is no win
And I am no firend so put your hand down
Tell em stand down before it’s man down
[Drake - Chorus]
Uhhh, since your telling on me
Tell the World bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
Just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
[Drake - Verse 3]
I gotta hundred girls on each phone
Drissy Drake man, young sweet Jones
I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on
I know you can’t bring every single one you meet home
Home sick just when I thought I was sick of home
Losing track of time everyday we switching zones
Drizzy Hendrix I’m just backstage getting stoned
Thank Me Later man, a million copies shipped and gone
Overboard n-gga I’m quoting more n-gga
Results are in I guess you hsould have voted more n-gga
Swimming in the money y’all just float ashore n-gga
Never drowning what the f-ck you think this boat is for n-gga
Yeah I’m quick to take an RnB diva out
I’ll bring some friends she’ll bring some friends that know what we about
And when it’s done I’ll put some slippers on and see them out
And tip the driver to make sure he take the scenic route
I swear these women living like they tryna write a book after
But I’m just trying to keep it G for my chapter
Listen to my words, see just what I mean
Rest in peace to Chad Butler everyday I’m riding clean
Ohhh
[Drake - Chorus]
Uhhh, since your telling on me
Tell the World bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
Just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it
Put it down, put it down
[Chorus: Drake]
Emotions in this game run deep
So before these haters kill me in my sleep
- I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Reppin 'til my last second through
Done a lot of shit they'll never get to do
- I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Honored to be somebody they mention
But before these niggaz stop payin attention
- I'll just say it's been a pleasure
You'll never be somebody they need
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, so tonight we gon' do it like this
[*singing*] Ohhhh, for the H-Town
Tonight I'm gon' make some money goooo
For the H-Towwwwwn
[Bun B]
Ladies and gentlemen you're now listenin to the Dirty South trillionaire ('naire)
Keepin it trill in there, been here and he's still in there (there)
Pay attention, it's the beginnin of a new era (era)
Get a little closer you can see the view clearer (view clearer)
It's like Lasik but are basic
Ebonics if you're hooked on chronic and you can taste it
Trace it, recognize the real when ya face it
Ball up in the club gettin white boy wasted
One shot of Patrуn, then another one to chase it
Put me to the test, I won't pass it I'll ace it
Been so many places, up and down the interstate
Cities that I've never been, wonderin if they fin' to hate
Step up in the spot, let 'em look me in the grill (grill)
So they can see it for theyself that I keep it trill (I keep it trill)
I paid the cost to be the boss and left a tip
So it's all good (good) don't even trip
Believe me it's been a pleasure
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Man I've been all over the world
tryin to tell 'em 'bout the trill and what we been through (through)
What we already done and what we fin' do (do)
What we got into, what we gettin into (to)
When ties 'bout to cut it closer than a ginsu ('su)
Roll through Atlanta, Birmingham, Alabama ('bama)
Jacksonville to Jackson, Mississippi spittin grammar (spittin grammar)
From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans ('leans)
And all points in between just to get the cream (cream)
Me and my "II Trill" team on the road flippin (flippin)
Eight hours straight, no stops, no trippin (trippin)
Had to keep them heaters on 'em so it's no slippin (slippin)
Promote a play with show money, we were slow grippin (slow grippin)
Sometimes we rock the stage and put it down (down)
Other times we had to fight and shoot it out of town (town)
But we always made it home okay
And we still on the road to this day
I gotta say it's been a pleasure
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
They say that you never really know
what you got 'til it's gone and can't touch it (touch it)
If it look too good to be true, you can't trust it (trust it)
If you never had it (had it) then you can never miss it (miss it)
But looks can be deceivin, so don't you get it twisted (twisted)
Walked a lot of miles in these old school J's (J's)
Thought of many ways, lookin at back in the days (days)
Like how to climb from in between a rock, and a hard place
How to keep your cool when you're dealin with a hard case (with a hard case)
And how to duck, when the judge throw the book at you (the book at you)
And it's a two-sided mirror that you're lookin through (you're lookin through)
The phone receiver's in your hand starin at your child (child)
And your heart skips a beat every time they smile (smile)
See that's how real life is and how it can be (can be)
And how it's deeper then just comin down candy (candy)
So I'm just tryin to play the cards that they hand me
For those that overstood me, understand me
It's been a pleasure
[Chorus]
[Drake]
I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
(Bun B:)
Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick
Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick
Lookin for a real player to adore ya
But look no further, I'm the player for ya
Sittin big on the 20-somethin inch thangs
Leanin on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs
Big piece, big chain with the big ice
You wanna roll? You ain't gotta ask the kid twice
Push a button, the do's open up for ya
I save the shotgun seat up in the trunk for ya
Stitch and tuck, so you know that I'm a boss
With the red candy paint lookin like spaghetti sauce
You wanna floss with a G, keep it real
It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill
You either won't or you will
Just keep it one hundred with a player baby tell me how you feel
C'mon
(Chorus 1: Mya)
People always talkin' bout - they be sayin they be sayin they be sayin
Your reputation - how you got a lot of hoooooes, but I don't really give a
I don't care what you did to them~! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
(Bun B:)
You want me to be good, then I'm a be the best
And I'm a give you top shelf baby nuttin less
Front do' to the, front row
Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know)
First class flights, penthouse suites
You want sushi? We go to Japan to eat
You want pasta? We fly to Milan
That's how it is in the life of a don
We eat filet mignon in Pa-ris
That's how it is when you rollin with a G
Your man want it but he ain't thar rich
Trust me baby I can scratch that itch
Never call you a bitch when you act like a lady
You carry yourself like a woman and we gravy
Ain't no maybe, I know I can
Put the whole wide world in the palm of your hand baby
(Chorus 2: Mya)
People always tellin me - they be sayin they be sayin they be
That you're a player
I don't care 'bout them other girls~! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
(Mya:)
I said, I'll hold you down when you need me
I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around
I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right baby, ooooooooooh
(Bun B:)
Girl anything you wishin I can make it come true
Have you lookin like a million dollars when you come through
With'cha Louboutin shoes, or Jimmy Chu's
Giuseppe, Zanetti or whatever you wanna do (you wanna do)
Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci)
Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi)
Dolce & Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's)
Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's)
Maybe Fendi or Yves St. Laurent
Versace, KLS, or whatever that you want
It ain't a thang to buy you some Vera Wang
You gotta look like a Queen for you to be with the Kang
The fancy cars with the butterfly do's
Big mansion with the marble on the flo's
The world is yo's but here's the key
When I'm bein good to you, be good II me
(Chorus 1 + Chorus 2)
(Mya:)
In the morning
In the evening baby
If you treat me good I'm a gonna keep on comin to ya
La la la la la lahhh
La la la la la lahhh
Born in a world of madness
Sick and tired of all this shit
Tolerance is for the fools
My last hope is a war
In this life they'll pay
Your heaven will never come
I'm not going to wait until I die
Raise your head and raise your voice
Let's start to kill
You better start to pray
Artillery
Speeches are for those who believe
That just words can change the reality
Stupid rules of conformism
Transformed existence in a purgatory
In this life they'll pay
Terminate the authority
Blast the barriers with all your felling to kill
The power is at our hands
Crush the oppressor and thrash'em all
You better start to pray
Artillery
Speak your mind
Begin the slaughter
Causing mass destruction
It's up to you
United forces
Die Hard
No remorse
hunt their heads
and show no mercy
It's payback time
Forget the law
Yo, this song right here
Dedicated to the best that ever did it, my little brother
Just so the whole world know
Man I love you, I miss you, I can't wait to see you again man
I know you watchin over me from above man
[Intro: Ludacris]
I still [7X]
Tote steel
I still tote steel [2X]
I still, ha
[Chorus: Ludacris + (Bun B)]
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
[Bun B]
Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there
See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel
Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold
The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin
Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin
I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We coming for money and your motherfucking respect
We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's
Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us
You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya
Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen
So not everyones associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it
You see me, you know that I'm on my Deen
Down to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any scene
And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty green
From my city to your city, it's all the same
These hoes disrespectin, they callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, then head out to the block
These snitches wearin G uniforms to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a dime
So you wanna give other niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way before you can
By the time you get it, you like what the fuck to do man?
You better be a certified chef
Or your whole sellers fittin to go left to the death
And street niggaz ain't got receipts so
They fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin like Carter
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
Start a situation and we bring it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, this is real nigga attitude
Bring it your face, give me longitude and latitude
Better show me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never made a badder dude
Then the one standin in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya grammar
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak cross country
You badder bitch? Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding goes the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself
And after I give it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook wall
And let your friends see, how a trill nigga took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga that's ten foot tall
But don't trip it's just a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya team to the showers
When we done with the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we packin more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by like seconds
When you in the middle of a chin check and I wreck it
With real live thugs at my beck and call
They won't find no trouble disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, somebody yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the down South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya talkin to
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Bun B]
It's Bun B the king of the trill
And I'm bringing the steel
Bringing the max it bitches of fact
It's that gangsta shit I'm bringing it back
I went from slanging the crack
To slanging the tracks and slanging my skills
Since ninety-two and slanging it still
So bring who you feel bring who you feeling
Bring them around and I'ma lay them down
It's just another sound boy killing
Rude boy wanna test
Better make sure rude boy got on his vest
Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest
These monkey niggas on that monkey shit
Best to evolve or
I'm bouts to go gorilla and kill them with a revolver
So go on pimping you's a chip and I'ma blue bat
You ain't ready for the blowback
Bitch and you already knew that
So bring who you wanna bring on
I'ma go king kong
And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding dong
Standing on top of the towers the trans go beating my chest
So it's best you and your mans know
I'm an underground king
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Pimp C]
I'm an underground king for life
?In my shoes like hittin in your wife?
Tattoo that's you *man is an island*
Nigga you the pig you buy the Q
Sounds scan short bro
Bump it right like tylo
Fake price buy the ice
Use it for the Tony Snow
Ball-faced liar try to call me a snitch
I did four in population with a ball-faced bitch
If it wasn't for that Bun
Niggas might not know my name no more
But every time they gave him a mic
He told them hos to let me go
Reject tripper sucking on nipple
Gripping the grain playing with cock
Pull that zipper she ain't twister
She getting money fast when it's in her mouth
Nigga you know what I'm about
You who sight it I'm gonna ride
I run the south use my highs
I tell the truth even when I lie
Atlanta is the country
Them Georgia boy's cool
It's all you out of town faggot niggas fucking up all the rules
That ain't blow that's recon
That ain't dro that's popcorn
You fucking right they coming back
Like you selling it cheap cause they stepped on, bitch
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Chamillionaire]
No reprise for the cars
I'm staying up in the foreign
Wanna wake up my neighbors
And the other cooks in the morning
If being Bun wasn't touring
I swear the game would be boring
If being fake was a felony
All y'all rappers be starring in America's Most Wanted
I missed that Pimp and that Pac
So it seems that me and Bun B
Is the realest breed you got
My paper chase getting faster
I'm even beating the clock
When it comes to G's the tick tock
Is gonna get beat to the dock
I gave birth to the hustle
So let my fetus be shown
When I pull out them baby benjamins
And I skeet on your dome
I'm secreting the dough
So don't leave your woman alone
Or I'll turn my dick to a dollar
And give your woman a loan
My presence on Texas streets
Is something that's easy to spot
I'll assassinate concrete
For the G's I'm bleeding the block
Boys'll see me on swingers
And think it's easy to plot
But I bet them boys that's behind me
They gonna be beaming up scott
Hear me out
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Co-co-co-come n do it, Bun [4x]
[FIRST VERSE]
(Bun)
Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun)
Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun)
Strapped wit them glocks and U know (Bun)
Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun)
They bout the bullshit 'cause (Bun)
Nobody's issue so (Bun)
Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun)
They fin to miss U, see 'cause (Bun)
Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun)
Fresh out the cuts (Bun)
Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun)
Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun)
Paintin a real picture (Bun)
They wit that speakin 'cause (Bun)
So get to poppin off and (Bun)
Gon leave U leakin if it's (Bun)
U know it's certified (Bun)
They with them games 'cause (Bun)
We whoopin ass then (Bun)
We takin names U see (Bun)
Jump on a Benz is it (Bun)
Jump on a Lac shit (Bun)
Jump on what U wanna (Bun)
'cause we countin stacks rollin (Bun)
Man U gon see ya paper (Bun)
About his cash 'cause (Bun)
Gon get his grind on it (Bun)
He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun B be, King of the Unda-unda-undaground
U can't fuck wit that
[SECOND VERSE]
(Bun)
I'm an O to the G (Bun)
From U-G to the K (Bun)
The middle fingaz up (Bun)
I be reppin the P.A. (Bun)
A dirty south nigga (Bun)
One of them Texas boyz (Bun)
We grippin grain and U see (Bun)
Drippin this Texas toys (Bun)
He be drippin his paint (Bun)
He be poppin his trunk (Bun)
He be swangin his ladies (Bun)
He make boppers get crunk (Bun)
Gon get his lean on so (Bun)
Gon crack a seal and (Bun)
Be sittin sidewayz 'cause (Bun)
Jump off the bill U see (Bun)
Rollin on 22's (Bun)
Got 24's too (Bun)
Ride when he want to 'cause (Bun)
Do what he s'pose to and (Bun)
About his clique, nigga (Bun)
Ain't bout a bitch 'cause (Bun)
Known as the only way that (Bun)
We stayin rich, nigga (Bun)
Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun)
Gon put two in his dome (Bun)
We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun)
We bout sittin at home (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
[THIRD VERSE]
(Bun)
We spittin raw, nigga (Bun)
We spittin fire, nigga (Bun)
We duckin the feds 'cause (Bun)
?? wire, nigga (Bun)
Buddies are workin (Bun)
Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun)
So speak from the heart 'cause (Bun)
It's not a lie, nigga (Bun)
Rep for the Eastside and (Bun)
Rep for the West but (Bun)
Don't stand for foolishness 'cause (Bun)
Put it to rest, nigga (Bun)
We got the medicine 'cause (Bun)
Know that U sick and (Bun)
T.P.P. on the bitch 'cause (Bun)
Know he the shit, nigga (Bun)
We get gangsta wit it (Bun)
They put them hands on U (Bun)
They put U on your back and (Bun)
Fuckin stand on U (Bun)
They'll call the man on U (Bun)
He's not a hater 'cause (Bun)
Just like a Big Tymer (Bun)
A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun)
A big rim ridah (Bun)
A big body swanger (Bun)
A big slab glidah (Bun)
An 84 clanga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
[Verse 1]
[Bun B]
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas
Open up your mind
A lot of niggas hustlin backwards
Need to press rewind
Theres some niggas playin dirty pool
Bad cali bandits
They crossin up the trill
And man ya boy just can't stand it
Mothafuckas need to be repremanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga to come from out ya hood
Ya doin shit you know it cool
Until the good
Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
Using ?? they hits stages, whole shit on the cool
Matter fact, fuck the cool
You niggas need to hear me
Breakin bread with certified snitches
Don't come near me (don't come near me)
You niggas givin these canaries all these passes
Fuckin gettin dough wit a snitch
Get in they asses
I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101
These hoe ass niggas
Don't want nuttin but im takin they hood back
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
Niggas get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back
[Verse 2]
I'm a G hell yea, oh boy
Got ya bitch lookin mad
While them fingas so full
I drink all while you niggas drink bull
But the boy like ?? bam got pool
And I was taught to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down
Brotha burna zone, nigga
Hell yea im bout dat
Shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side
Leave yo house flat
[Verse 3]
For the paper
Fuck small towns, go major
Fuck a cell phone go pagers
Young low frazier
Shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza
Some killa talk nigga
Some real talk nigga
We tha fingaz around whoever killed off nigga
And I put that on ? steve
Young low bitch, I clap you and leave
Cuz i'm takin the hood back
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
Niggas get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back
[Verse 4]
An ounce and 8 grams
Enough to get yo ass right
Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it
Enough to get yo ass life
From out here in these trenches
Aint no fuckin love or second chances
Long time offender
Lose yo ass, get enhanced
Speak not, yo mouth shut
Investigate the whole place
Make em think its cool
While that nigga round the whole day
The game ain't the same
It all changed for the worst
Nigga got the less time cuz he came wit it first
See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons
Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit
Strictly keys
I kiss my paper
I was taught to hold a niggas (own)
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers
Sorry niggas, I'm alert
I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and shit
I show you how to stop that bitch
Get ignit wit this choppa bitch
Tomorrow aint promised
Snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
Niggas get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back
[Verse 5]
[Pimp C]
I'm takin back the streets
Thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy coated rock balla
20 chop crawla
Bitches tryna steal my dick
I ain't bout to call her
Theres a lot of niggas rappin, playin games
I don't see none of the shit
That you name
Where the car at (uh)
Where the bread at (uh)
Where the girl you say ya got the 5 head at (uh)
Where the rocks at (uh)
Where the glocks at (uh)
In yo mind and on the mic
The only place is at
Thats my lifestyle im rappin bout
I'm havin everything you pussy niggas laughin bout
When you see some cocaine
You say you got it nigga
Bring me 10 thangs
He gotta call his connect and shit
And he ain't got you con-vict
Nigga i'm takin my hood back
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
Niggas get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
[Intro]
We ride, we ride 22's or better
We, we ride, we ride 22's or better
{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
Now if I catch you at the light {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
That candy paint ain't lookin right {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this Dirty South, betta watch yo' ears
Cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth, and they on them corners
And they hustlin up that dirty D, betta watch them dirty boys
Down South we keep it dirty G, I know you heard of me
I got that work (work) man I got that white and I got that purp', and I
got that brown and I got that green when I'm in yo' town and I hit yo' scene
In a candy painted car that'll sit so clean
Trunk on pop with the fifth on lean
"II Trill" DVD playin on my screen
Sittin on cream, man you know what I mean?
[Chorus]
Now if I catch you at the light {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
That candy paint ain't lookin right {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this T-E-X, betta show some love
Cause homey you don't wanna see me plex, when we 'bout that paper
And ain't no shortstop in my cashin checks, I get full of ana
And get to standin upon these niggaz necks, betta show respect
Or we pullin out them tecs, man I got them macs and I got them K's
And I got them 9's and I got them A's, R-15's and them two-two-treys
Player when I ride I'ma ride for days, no I don't miss and I sho' don't graze
Bring what you got and I bet it don't faze
I'm a trill-ass nigga man it's in my ways
[Chorus]
[Lupe Fiasco]
Yup! Now I'm Chi-Town born and I'm Chi-Town bred; call me Westside Lu'
But I know about the Northside blues and them Southside reds
I run the F-N-F crew 'til my man Chilly Chill come home and he back on deck
My garage keep a very fast car, keep a classy gold chain wrapped around my neck
I came from the left but I'm downright fresh
Speak on - how you on a song Bun B
Complete 180 how crazy-ass he gone
How strong is the brand of D that he on?
How come he do what he want and never do what we want?
I'm Rick James, in this game
There's a wide leather couch for me to plant my feet on
The Murphys didn't jump me, told me to get comfy
Even brought the loveseat for me to spill my drink on
Willie D gave me my stamp
Shout to Mike Jones and the Swisha camp
That boy Callion and the Rap-A-Lot Ranch
The "boss of the North" and "The People's Champ"
Coolest nigga what? Coolest nigga what?
Been swallowed by them city lights
Ball 'til I'm benched and I put it on a pimp
F-N-F, U-P, U-G-K fo' life
[Chorus]
{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
[Intro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis]
Please settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit down for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the table
(It's a Big E beat!) C'mon now, shit
This is, this is why we don't ever have nothin man
It's a good evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right here about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman from Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real singer, real story teller
Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness
Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun
[Bun B]
Thank y'all for comin to see me this evenin (yeah)
Cookin this cajun I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't plan on leavin
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's receivin?
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I explode
Slow all that bangin mayne just like my load
Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could just black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
They pussy is golden (what) my dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin
I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in
that get money frame of mind, any day and time
That's what this is and shit ain't no shame in mine
[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]
[Bun B]
Back on that bullshit so bring in the cattle
Ready for war so let's get to the battle
Niggaz is babies with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
That all you got G? You comin up short
You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart
You need actin classes, you can't play the part
Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the center
Right in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter
I'm grippin that wood (shit) just got a splinter
You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie
How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie?
We after paper, you after the nookie
You bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie
[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]
[Twista]
Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, they know nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the drums when I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune)
They gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters, I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Comin up and standin on my stack (stack) a veteran but keep my lyrics dope (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride) I ain't even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed and I'ma get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the studio when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't hear it, I told ya
It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista inflicts the pain of a cobra
Flame and I'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin niggaz in the game, 'til it's over
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV
What do I see? Some pussy ass niggas starin at me
They got some big ass chains on with big ass rocks
A couple niggas standin behind em throwin up blocks
They claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock
And they don't take no disrespect and keep their heats on cock
And if they punch you in your face then some teeth gon drop
Man I don't know where the fuck y'all thinkin that we from at
But you niggas is keystone cops, laurel and hearted
Little rascals tryna be big, just gon fuck up the party
Thinkin that cause you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys)
That y'all is bout to take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?)
You goin broke tryna slang that crack
And you only gon fight a nigga that ain't gon fight back
And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props
You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops, c'mon
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 2: Bulletproof]
{What it do? Teflon!}
Say Bun what's wrong wit em? They must be full of that when they hit it
A sucker wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from street po, I know how to dish a clip at you
Wouldn't you? Break wit em, a webster's permission slip
Pimp said it best, these niggas transcript writers
Pathological liars, sad suckers, dick biters
It's Teflon biatch, knock you out them Reeboks
A cocaine key, but he only flipped three blocks
Blow your brain all over the ceiling like sheet rock
I bet he get to ya, take a fader to a T top
We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe
Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo
And next show, you hoe ass niggas squarin some rocks
Get some money, move out the hood but don't take care of your block?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
These niggas is hoes on King's life, Chino is livin it
Jesus Christ is sewing me for copy write infringement
Ignorant bully belligerent, tearin out ya ligaments
So I deserve a certificate for thinkin up this killer shit
Arrogant, I'm like a Pharaoh standin on a pyramid
UGK tat on my heart, hopin Bun's enemies hearin this
Y'all ain't sellin nothin right (serious)
The only bricks y'all ever seen was your record sales and when you pass a construction site
These rhymes that I write, if you could bring em to life
They could go in a cage and fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with Pimp C and Big Pun
This is Latin history in the making for trill title takings
Like taking the love of Bob Marley from a Jamaican
Y'all faking but for Bun B we will ride until our heart stops
The success make me smile like TV Tego and Bankrock
I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain
Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Think you get it with Killer then sucker have a dick
I'ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic
Damn tragic how I got your momma shot before her damn casket
I ain't talkin head bussin, I'm just talking rap battlin
See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it
What you think the metal for? I hope you pussy niggas get the point
I don't care who point it out when my laser on a point
Rest in peace to Pimp C cause that nigga had a point
Point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too
Point 2, niggas greedy and they never feed their crew
Point 3, niggas cower to these crackers like some hoes
But always talkin bout what they-a do after their shows
Point 4, just some shit I gotta get offa my chest
I ain't scared to battle him but he say that he the best
Got a question for my trill ass Gs around the way
How you let these fuck boys make it cool to be gay?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
[Intro - talking]
God damn! (God damn!)
Guess who's back in the motherfuckin house? (motherfuckin house)
The King of the Trill bitch, you guessed it
"UGK 4 Life" ho (4 Life ho)
You already know how we gettin down this time around (time around)
We representin for the po' town (po' town), bitch
And the motherfuckin best is back
Hold up, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlemen, you already know that it's him again
Lettin 'em hang, non-feminine, crunk like I'm gone off Ritalin
Chopped off top, there's no middle and throwed on that load again
with no vodka, show shocker, mo' rocker
in the slab (in the slab), "Bend It Like Beckham", no soccer (no soccer)
And no doctor can diagnose, the symptom when I approach
My victim, from the back and tie the rope (rope)
And throw 'em over the ledge
like Blanket, throw a thrower over your head, all over your dead
Go 'head quote 'em, he said it was bound to happen (happen)
when you fuck around with the clowns and down for clappin (clappin)
Get strapped, ready to pop rounds up out the Magnum (Magnum)
When they hop out and jack 'em (jack 'em)
Call the coroner to come out and wrap 'em
Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see
That ain't no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggaz
[Chorus - 2X]
"Guess who's back? Me"
"There's no competition, huh, 'tion"
"Aww sh-shit, hold up"
"Guess who's back? Shut 'em down"
"Hurt-hurtin boys"
"It's over, it's over"
"'Cause the best is back bitch"
[Verse 2]
It's Bun Beeder mayne, ridin with the heater mayne
Niggaz know that I'm the hardest out since the peta mayne (mayne)
Hot doggin, yeah smoke dog comin out foggy
Lettin off at your toes, hi froggie (hi)
My third leg loggy and your bitch is a lumberjack
You'd of killed that ho if you knew what I'd done to that (to that)
She chopped my tree down, often if I slumber jack
Beggin me to call but shit I don't know where her number at (at all)
And on the cool, I ain't lookin for it either though
Or the bitch before her, no I ain't lookin for neither ho (naw)
It ain't like I really need her though
Once she drop to her knees and let me skeet it out, nigga she can go (go)
Lead her out like a blind man walkin
Like Sandman dancin, it's over, stop talkin
I'm sparkin mo' dodo (dodo), blazin mo' kush up (kush up)
Comin mo' harder than a no hand push-up (push-up)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Let's pass the peas like we used to say and put it down like we used to play
Let's make the news today and leave some cement in they shoes today
Say what we choose to say and lay down who we choose to lay
And we leave 'em laid (laid), while we leavin paid (paid)
Fair and square nigga, sound like an even trade (trade)
Triple cross and we leave 'em sprayed (sprayed)
Spayed and neutered, no matter how much you pray to the shooter's face (face)
'Cause there's no emotion ('motion) and there's no elation ('lation)
Then he realizes the reaper of the show he facin (facin)
Secret words like a holy mason (mason)
Was all he heard before I took his head off (head off) and I blew his face in (face in)
Who ya chasin? Ain't no catchin up
Keep ya weapon tucked, be ready to buck and knuckle up, whenever you steppin up
Takin it as your guns are just, the fact that leavin it less is crap
Never leave less than that
[Bun B - Intro]
R.I.P. Pimp C
UGK for Life, you already know, baby
{J-J-J-J-J-J-J.R.! J.R.} (Yeah, mon..)
This for my trill gangstas, let's do it
[Chorus - Sean Kingston]
I'm a full-time hustler, posted on the block
Gotta get it t'how I live, an' I'm never gon' stop
Now that's gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa...
Now that's gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa...
When mi ride t'ru the hood, you can hear the bass knock
All de gal dem love me, me have de city locked
Now that's gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa...
Now that's gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa...HEY!
[Bun B]
Mayne I'm a gangsta, G-A-N-G-S-T-A mayne
A gangsta, the best to come up out of PA, mayne
A gangsta, seldom seen, but always heard
A REAL gangsta, more than just a seven-letter word (fo' real!)
A gangsta ain't cha clothes (clothes), a gangsta ain't cha hat (hat)
Your watch, rang, and chain - naw, a gangsta ain't that! (at all!)
A gangsta can have that, but he ain't gotta show it (why?)
cause with or without it he's still a gangsta and you know it
From my head to my toe wit it, it ain't hard to see
that I'm a gangsta, ain't too many as hard as me
You claimin G, but you ain't gangsta jack
So tell all them fake gangstas
I'm comin to take gangsta back - now that's gangsta!
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Mayne I'm a gangsta, now let me tell you what that means
See I'm a gangsta, always got my mind on my green
And I'm a gangsta, always gon' do what I gotta do (yep!)
Unless it's givin game to police and sellin out his crew (naw!)
That's somethin gangstas don't do, gangstas keep it trill (trill)
A gangsta do a crime, he do his time on the real (real)
A gangsta don't squeal and tell on everyone he know
Put a jacket on ya boy, you ain't a gangsta, youse a hoe! (A HOE!)
A gangsta holds his homeboys down when they gone (gone)
A gangsta put him back on his feet when they home (home)
A gangsta is a homeboy that never turn his back
on another real homie, that's a well-known fact - and that's gangsta!
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Mayne I'm a gangsta, call me the hood superstar
and I'm a gangsta, ridin in my candy-painted car
Cause see a gangsta, always down to rep for his hood
and to do a little bad, so I can do a little good
A gangsta don't forget where he came from, no matter
where he go or where he been, keep it gangsta 'til the end
Cause I'm a gangsta (yep), and I'ma always love my city
Make money but don't act like I'm above my city (Never!)
Cause gangstas, will always give back to the ghetto
And gangstas, will never turn they back to the ghetto
That's a fact in the ghetto, it's never been a lie (lie)
So I'ma keep it gangsta 'til the day that I die - now that's gangsta!
[Chorus]
[Outro - Bun B]
Yeah, it's still UGK for Life for all you haters out there
We gon' ride for the Pimp
R.I.P. Pimp C, ain't nobody ever gon' stop this music
[Intro - Bun B - talking]
Say mayne, I had this pussy ass nigga come up to me the other day
You know what I'm sayin?
Talkin 'bout "say Bun B
Bun B you gon' rep for P-A on this album?"
I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?
Know what I'm sayin?
Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas to the fullest
Who the fuck know you nigga?
Don't nobody know you but your mama ho ass nigga
Move around nigga
I'm some on P-A shit, know what I'm talkin 'bout?"
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
P-A trill nigga, I was born ready bro
Our here on the grind, rain or shine, for the fetti bro
Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow
Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go
Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe
And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough
Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico
Late night, come across the border in the Chevy ho
Get it for the low, if you need a plug, let me know
I get it from him, you come to me for the petty coke
That's the way the cycle go around like a merry go
Round, put it down for my town, they already know
Every time I try to get away, I can't let it go
Plush lifestyle, fly cars and the pretty hoes (pretty hoes)
So play your distance by scenario (what's up?)
Load up the van, let's hit the highway, here we go (here we go)
[Chorus - Bun B]
We hit the road and get the snow money
Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money
Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money
Then get back up on the road and get mo' money
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
You know it's "UGK 4 Life" and I'm a ride for that
Disrespect the game and I can't let you slide for that
It don't really matter where ya people try to hide ya at
'Cause I'm a find ya, pull up behind ya, apply the MAC
Milli on the really, (I'm a G), bonafide for that
Talkin down on the Underground, you get denied for that
Where I come from, lot of pussy niggaz died for that (where?)
Port Arthur, Texas, I got a lot of pride for that (huh)
So when we hit the road, haters better hide your hat (why?)
We hittin licks with them bricks and them ninety packs (damn)
I hit this over twenty bro, it ain't no lie to that
Sting 'em for 300K and now I got to ride it back (so what ya doin?)
I'm lookin for the laws, where ya hidin at? (I see 'em)
Pull me over, I'm the decoy, fly for that (let's go)
Oh yeah, I'll take the speeding ticket, where ya sign for that?
'Cause the dope and money never in the car I'm ridin at (ride it back)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
And now we back up in the hood, where we 'sposed to be
In the back, countin up them stacks that we 'sposed to see
Pussy ass niggaz (niggaz), ain't even gettin close to me (at all)
They know I'd have they mama prayin with a rosary (for real)
And I'm a put another hole where they nose should be
If they ever think of the position of opposin me (damn)
A couple rounds plus a thought that probably froze 'em
we gon' lay a nigga down 'cause we (Feenin) like we Jodeci (hold up)
They on the streets talkin 'bout that they exposin me (what?)
Exposin what? I'm a open book, close it G (close it)
You talkin tough but we know you just posin see
And I'm a leave 'em stiffer than a mannequin (with holes in he)
You ain't friends, then you foes with me
And we can go to war definitely nigga, not supposedly
I'm not your average, I'm the chosen G
And if your money ain't snow money, best to get it frozen G ('cause we)
[Intro: Just Brittany]
Aaaahhh!
Aaaah! [beat starts]
[Chorus: Just Brittany]
I'm lookin' sexyyy. - I'm feeli'n sexyyy.
You wanna sex meee? - Then take a picture, baby text meee!
You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee!
But don't you trick me, baby treat meee!
I'm lookin' sexyyy. (sexyyyyyy!) - I'm feelin' sexyyy. (sexyyyyy!)
You wanna sex meee? - Then take a picture, baby text meee!
You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!)
But don't you trick me, baby treat meee!
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Yeah, well this is dedicated to the opposite sex, it's for
All the lonely ladies with no man lyin' next to ya!
Need a real Trill man to rub and caress ya, ('ress ya!)
Lay you down and undress ya. - ('dress ya!) - Put it on ya and bless ya! (bless ya!)
Baby look no further, I'm the one you need to say yes ta (yes ta!)
I don't need nobody else up in this bedroom, just ya!
Yeah! (yeah!) - Cause you and me we makes a hell of a pair (pair!)
I like you scratchin' my back. (back!) - You like me pullin' yo' hair! (hair!)
And I don't care - Black, White, Puerto Rican or Asian
European, Cape Verdean. - Creole or Cajun!
Domestic, international. - Even cosmopolitan
College girls, housewives, workin' or you modellin'. (hold up!)
I'm lovin' all shapes! - All colors, all sizes. (sizes!)
In the dark or in the broad day with no surprises ('prises!)
I got a suite that's on reserve at the telly (telly!)
Ready, willin' and waitin' so just hit me on my celly. (celly!) - It's goin' down...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
[Candi Redd:]
Oh, Candi Redd! - 2 A.M. and we gon' get it in, afterparty we gon' kick it off (off!)
Put your favorite dessert all over my body and let you li-lick it off. (off!)
I'm a light these Roman therapy candles and grind slow while undressin' (yeeah!)
Move yo' way in this lingerie baby, come open yo' present.
Up and down like a light switch. (aaahhh!) - I ain't Just Brittany but it make me sing! (sing!)
I'm all over that night stick, (aaahhh!) keep beatin it up like I'm Rodney King! (King!)
From behind with a tight grip. - Go on 'head boy do yo' thing. (thiing!)
Tryna let you hit it with that flex when you on yo' way to see me with that text! (text!)
[Surreal:]
I bet the neighbors know his name the way he beat it out the frame (frame!)
Surreal ride it like an 8-0-8, that sex good, he know it's great. (greeat!)
I work them hips, I work that face, throw it back and he daddy stroke,
Put whip cream on that kitty cat. - Eat it up and it purr back!
Pull my hair! - Arch my back! - Forget them clothes, throw 'em on the flo'!
He grip my thighs I'm goin live; Miss Aquafina, he know I'm wild.
What he do? - Just text me! - You wanna freak me? - Just Tweet me! (tweet meeee!)
Hit the flex when you sext me. - I'm on my way so he can sex me!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[TroubleSum:]
I'm a sexting - model.
Lookin' like lemonade in a Coke bottle. (bottle!)
'Llac with my left eye's followed
So boulders try to hit - on me harder than Drago. (Drago!)
W-T-F O-M-G; semi-colon parenthesis. - T-T-Y-L on the screen. (uh-huh!)
Your girls'll say kick on the touch screen!
Smart Phones, sleek. - My presence make him hurry (uh-ha!) (hurry?)
So they all wanna talk sweet to my "BlackBerry".
[RawLT:]
I'm in my wife beater, "Boy Shorts", laid back, comfortable.
H-2-O, not RFL; flow so incredible.
Candy sweet - edible! - Fo' G, digital!
Tell me what you need but please don't call, gotta sell it back good. - Hands on!
Rollin' on kush. - Roll thin! (yeeeah!) - They appetite large - V-12 engine. (yeeeah!)
Scorpio, I handle my business (yeees!) no tip but I stole what I finish. (yeeeah!)
Roll like thick I got that holla back. (yeeeah!) - Make her wanna follow that! (yeeeah!)
Look daddy, no hands! - Can you handle that? (yeeeah!)
You fashion bastard with empty head
Your words doesn't mean a shit to me!!!
Speed and aggression will overrun your vanity
A spit of hate in your face!!!
All your money can't buy you attitude
Everything you live is a fucking lie
Be honest with yourself. Poser
Fuck off and die!!!
Before you see
We'll blast your head and kick your fucking ass!!!
My pleasure is watch you bleed
We are thrash maniacs!
Your way of life is a fucking trend
Brain-washed people addicted to shit
A personality that you just pretend
Hell is coming and you gonna burn!!!
An army of pretensions and ignorance
No brains to be individual
Brutality is coming to get you
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Well it's Bun B performin live, one night only (one night only)
Come on through and kick it with your trill homie
Showtime's midnight, we ready as we gonna be (be)
A packed house and you know it's all on me (me)
You've seen the flyers, zone in the mix, now you wanna get in the mix
It's cool, get in line and get ya tixs (tixs)
But don't forget to buy your VIP pass
So you can get a picture (picture), soon as you see me pass (me pass)
And when we pull up to the back door
And they know the King of the trill is in the building, it's a wrap bro
Go DJ, let 'em know we in the house
It's official, we came to turn it out, no doubt
[Chorus - Bun B]
We need lights (lights), so you can see me live on stage
We need cameras (huh), put me on your Facebook page
We need action (what?), happens when you pass me the mic
And I can give the people just what they like
Well alright
We need lights (lights), cameras, action, it's on
We need lights (lights), cameras, action, it's on
We need lights (lights), cameras, action, it's on (action, it's on)
O-o-on (on), o-o-on (on)
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
We in the dressing room posted
Drinks in the air get toasted, sweets in the air get roasted
Promoters askin for a signed poster
Take a picture with my wife, get a little closer (little closer)
Now say "cheese" (cheese), we smile, wait a second, laugh (laugh)
I ain't trippin (trippin), long as I got my second half (half)
And Below's noddin (noddin) and Nina's all good
So I pour some "II Trill", take a shot to the noggin
Couple Texans in the house (house), some Rockets and some 'stros too (too)
They representin for the city like they 'sposed too (too)
I hear the opening act, it's on it's last song
Gladiators buy 'em up, time to mash on
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
Alright y'all, it's about that time (about that time)
The DJ tells the crowd yo and he ain't lyin (he ain't lyin)
This is the moment that we all been waitin on
Real recognize real, nobody got they hatin on
It's showtime and the venue off the chain (chain)
Wall to wall people and they crunk for me mayne (crunk for me mayne)
We backstage gettin ready for the crowd
Ask 'em who they wanna see, they say my name real loud (loud)
They make me feel proud after all these years
We can still pack the place, hearin all these cheers (cheers)
Say a little prayer as I drop to one knee (knee)
Comin to the stage, give it up for Bun B
[Chorus]
["give me the mic" instead of "pass me the mic"]
[Outro]
[Intro]
R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin, baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem
[DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
[Verse 1]
Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And what can fuck wit this? I take shots and don't fuckin miss
First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick
'Cause you bein a bitch just for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin spit, niggaz get to tuckin shit
Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin get
They better ask somebody
'fore I have Big Truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch!
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin a REAL nigga campaign
Fake ass niggaz, we snatch 'em out the damn rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
BANG! Now that's what happen when the trigger blow
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!
[Chorus: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Primo, it-it's goin... down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
[Verse 2]
Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to POP
You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of nigga pull up at tha evening spot
Squeeze and pop niggaz until they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the goons
I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to (Gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas
Niggaz just gonna have to admit it that he the tightest
You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne
Big dough, big flow, big fight game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out your home, middle of the night mayne
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train
That's right mayne, and it's the right time
In the right game to get rich like a white mayne
Tryna see how much paper that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne
Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most
by hittin these haters up with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a figure-fo'
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
BITCH! Yeaaah!
PA to PV, nigga
Bun Beeda, DJ Premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know? Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggaz come down
Hah! Yeaaah!
Premo, I was waitin on that shit, nigga
I been waitin on this shit since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"
Hahaha, my motherfuckin nigga
Love you, boy
Real rap shit, real nigga shit
Now if you got it on yo mind
I can get it off your chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest
No stress, just do-do, when I'm jumpin' out the 4-door
Smoke 'll hit you like judo when you walk up to the yuko
When I let the top down, sippin lean still ballin'
TV's in the visors so the screens still fallin'
Niggaz grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my neck
I make some paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect
Ask anybody who know me about my seeds
Westside 9th street, I came up amongst the G's
Crack game in 88, it took over shit I was there
I stood on southern through texas and got my share
And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw
One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law
Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as steel
Big Bun muthafucka, representin' for the trill
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)
[Chamillionaire]
When white America stares at the pair of eyes in a colred face
Can they see why he love to chase
Green fetti in a gutta place
He grew up so he love the taste
For diniro's he's a disgrace
Denies that he's tellin' a lie lookin' right in his mother's face
Can't reside, in his brother's 'states
But out ridin' on dub's he take
What's hidin' above his waist, and go ride out some other fake
He's claimin' that he's real, but when he's not on that camera
Hed rather give stuff to these hoes, like he's copyin' Santa
When he's not on that camera, he's talkin' like he Pac with his grammar
But he will not cock or pop the top of his hammer
Money's the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels
While bank-tellers gotta get down on the floor like Dave Banner
Go ta spot in that 'Bama, and also got a spot in that channel
Few people know I got a spot to stash that knot in Atlanta
Don't trust the chick I with, she fine and mixed with another race
But I keep the combination to my safe in a safe in another place
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)
[Slim Thug]
A lot of folks say when Slim got a lil change he changed
I ain't gon' lie yeah I changed, but it was for the better mayne
When I was broke ain't have to worry bout gold-diggin' hoes
When I was broke I ain't have to worry bout jackers tryin' to get my dough
Haters bustin' the .44's, 'cause I'm stickin' they chicks
I got a lot of best friends quick, when they heard I was rich
And them niggaz I used to ride with, stack cash, get high with
Is the same niggaz on my side, them the same niggaz I'ma die with
Some friends turn foes, and some men turn hoes
But that's how the shit goes, when you ain't broke no more
Money the root of all evil, it could help or hurt people
You can't live without it so it tend to turn good guys evil
A lot of folks love money, more then they love theyself
I rather be dead then broke takin' death chances for wealth
I know niggaz 'll kill you for scrilla and won't think twice to bust
Yo life ain't worth shit to us, (mhum) IN MONEY WE TRUST!
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
[J. Prince]
awww yeah..what's up pimp I feel ya prescence right now
yo bun. you know many are called but few are chosen
you the chosen one my nigga the future president congratulations
by the way I need you to send a trill message to some
and a subliminal message to others about this throwin' rocks and
then hidin' ya hand bitch. please let em know we gon give them what
they ask for
[Bun B]
mayne I'm too hard for all you soft niggas
too real for most of you lames
too raw to be in this rap shit and the streets is the same
too throwed off in this game too true to my hood
I'm too down to get down so lets get it understood
too bad to be good too golden not glisten
too focused for fuck boys to fuck off my mission
too smart not to listen when g's pull my coat
bout them white folks that's listenin and watchin' my boat
that's real shit you can quote I'm too gangsta too street
so don't run up too fast cuz I'm too strapped with that heat
I'm too dirty to be me too gorilla to be monkey
too fly to stay grounded too fresh to be funky
too many licks for junkies, too much work for flippers
too much dro for smokers, too much amp for dippers
no need for you to trip cuz we bring to much drama
got too many killas put that on my mamma
I'm too trill
[Z-Ro - Hook]
Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real
all about my dolla bills and even if I tried
I could never fall off too much money on my mind
IiiiiI'm too trill too, too, too, real
hard as penetentiary steel it's simple and plain
If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know what to do with the game
[Bun B]
and I'm too serious for this play playin' it's too much bread to make
for me too fuck of my time with these cats that's too fake
I done seen too many wakes, sent too many to them
yo homeboy can get it I'm to ready to do him
too many guns I can pull, too many slugs I can bust
leave yo brain matter, bone fragments, and dick up in the dust
too many niggas I done crushed to let yo bitch ass come try me
that smart game got gun play youll be screamin' why me
too close don't get by me, you too prone to tell
bout these bodies we catchin', this dope that we sell
you too weak ,mayne too frail, too light up in yo britches
you too much dick ridin' manye you worse than these bitches
too many snitches that you breakin' bread wit
you too close to police ,boy you on some fed shit
so you can go head with that sale, we wont' buy
I'm too smart for all that dumb shit you know but boys try
[Hook]
[Bun B]
and I'm too sick of all this sweet shit cuz I'm seein' too much smilin'
too much punk ass posin' too much punk ass profilin'
too many niggas be frontin' like they got the town on lock
with too much money in the bank and too many hoes is on they jock
but you smoke too many of them rocks that you claimin' you done sold
I done been out on them blocks and you ain't got too much control
man you workers ain't that cold, they some hoes more or lesser
and they too ready to fold cuz they can't take too much pressure
do we mash on them? yes sir they in violation go get em
It won't be too long befo we mop up the flo with em
It's rap-a-lot for life we done been here too long
to let these hata's bring us down we too right they too wrong
I'm too black and too strong to go out like a punk
too ready for the ruckus too close too my trunk
we can pop or we can jump we can blast or we can go
from the shoulders bitch I tried to told you but if you ain't kno
I hear we livin in the last days it's revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end
everyday it's a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita
minds keep collapsing wit tha fires and mud slides I'm like what's happnin?
Got the kids in the school getting raped and molested Underfunded under protected no wonder they tested
in the lowest damn percentage rate
and my city damn near the lowest in the state you can equate that to the state funds that aint breakin down right rich districts get more and poor ones get less and that jus don't sound right
so im finna pound right on the doors of my city hall
and kick them hos down
they killin' my city yall we need to get my people back to where they should be
and since nobody else gon do it it's gon have to be me
First of all the projects is fucked up and it ain't jus with the drugs we got more problems than the dealers and thugs.
They usein lead base paint and asbestos is killin us we tell them to fix it up but jus aint feelin us.
They'd rather kick us out and tear it down to the ground, so they can put up a parking lot a mall or some condos.
Condemn the whole place cuz a few sell crack shit the rest aint do nothing wrong
what the fucks up with that? They say that one rotten apple can spoil the whole bunch
but we talkin bout some people not apples this aint lunch. Make me wanna punch a politician dead in his face.
You say you represent my district, get yo ass on the case.
"Development is good for the hood," yea that's what you tellin us but bitch you on the payroll of the builders and developers.
Fuck what you seellin us pipe dreams fa suckers, you can take that round the corner to them other motherfuckers
So much youth they sacrifice just to live in paradise play they tricks and tell they lies (I know)
it's said to see how they treat the poor have so much and still want more I see my people every day on the floor
It's time to educate the people mayne free school and college so everybody cross the board can get the same knowledge.
Education leads to jobs and jobs kill poverty and no more poverty means we makein money obviously.
Everybody gettin money, everybody smilin. Motherfucker's aint eatin them motherfuckersf wildin.
Matter fact speakin of eatin lets feed the homeless in America let these other folks handle they own shit.
How imma clean your house and mine still dirty? How imam feed yo kids while mine sit thirsty?
And speakin of the kids we need to spend more time wit em. Can't turn them loose in the streets cuz they dyin in em.
And all this naked head sex man you trippin fuck love im lovein life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin.
[Chorus 2X: Lyfe Jennings]
Ohhhh if a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggaz ride for me
Or comin up on the side of me, side of me
[Bun B]
Man I'm a real trill nigga (nigga) I been out on them blocks
With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
'til it came back up and night came back around (around)
I did a lot of shit them late nights for the dough
Robbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt
And sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirt
I ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)
I'd try to find another way instead of packin nines
Totin K's and holdin macs (macs)
But we know time ain't rollin back
and hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin jack
So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin
And a young black man can lose his life over nothin
If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin real
Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin niggaz killed on the real
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)
Or if I catch a motherfucker dippin in the back (dippin in the back)
Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blam
I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)
And I'ma represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)
Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)
Shit I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)
Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands
So my wife, and my momma and my chil'ren got cans (chil'ren got cans)
Cause once I'm gone who gon' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)
And do the same thangs for 'em that I did
Man I'd rather do a bid (bid)
At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)
Instead I'm reminiscin 'bout the past (about the past)
Nigga don't know what he got, until he passes on
So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his ass is gone
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
We trappin hard right across from the graveyard
I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job
Niggaz gettin robbed so I'm ridin with my A-R
They are, not sendin tape what I done paid for (no)
Walkin through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)
We survived but most of us die for some bullshit
Go to church but the devil's standin on the pulpit (damn)
Niggaz lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they 'bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)
Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)
A street nigga livin the street dream, I seen (for sho')
My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head
This what I said (yeah)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
We run things round here (round here)
So I suggest you don't come around here (round here)
Boy you know you ain't from round here (round here)
So stand clear (stand clear) and I'ma tell you what it is
This is my block (LAY DOWN) this is my block (LAY DOWN)
This is my block (LAY DOWN) this is my block (LAY DOWN)
Ohhhhhh, we run t'ings round here
Oh-ohhhhh, this my block right here
This is my block (LAY DOWN) this is my block (LAY DOWN)
This is my block (LAY DOWN) this is my block (LAY DOWN)
Ohhhhhh, we run t'ings round here
Oh-ohhhhh, this my block right here
[Bun B]
Well hold it down lil' buddy, pump ya breaks, slow ya roll
Ease back on your throttle, put your plans on hold
I don't care what'cha sellin (sellin) or care what'cha sold
I don't know what they was tellin you or what you been told
This my block, I got it locked down cold (cold)
And all this right here, this is under my control
I could really give a damn 'bout the name on the sign (on the sign)
Cause as far as I'm concerned this is mine (this is mine)
You crossed the line playboy, you might as well
make love to a mirror cause you playin wit yourself (playin wit yourself)
We raise hell (we raise hell) we go hard
Don't make me bring the drama to ya momma front yard
This is my block
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
See you from outta town (town) so you don't know the rules (rules)
Round here homie we don't suffer no fools
We don't play with no kids (kids) unless we done made 'em
We don't talk to police ('lice) unless we done paid 'em
It's a code in these streets (code in these streets) you better learn it
And we don't just give out respect, you gotta earn it (you gotta earn it)
And we don't hustle cause we wanna, cause we have ta
God first, fam next, and all the rest after (the rest after)
We make money not the other way around (round)
So don't you play around (round) or we will lay you down (down)
Comin from P.A. the town (town) the land of the trill
Play your cards right or get yourself, shuffled on the real
This is my block
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
See this is my B-L-O-C-K
My streets and I got 'em on L-O-C-K (C-K)
I walk around with G-L-O-C-K
And I'ma keep it on C-O-C-K, okay
I represent P.A., the West to the East (East)
And you don't want a war, everybody got a piece (got a piece)
You think it's sweet (sweet) until you catch a cavity (a cavity)
And that heat'll make yo' ass defy gravity (gravity)
So do the math (do the math) connect the dots (connect the dots)
See if you wanna do it to yourself or not
Don't get too close (close) cause you might get shot (shot)
Just do yourself a favor, get the fuck up out the spot
This is my block
[Hook]
"Keep it 100" All day and all night
Nigga, any time you see me I'ma keep it super tight
I'm an Underground King reppin UGK
Don't give a damn what a motherfucker say, I'ma keep it...
"Keep it 100" All night and all day
Nigga, any time you see me mayne I'm reppin PA
This is UGK for life, long live Pimp C
And I'ma never let a nigga pimp me, I'ma keep it...
"Keep it 100"
[Verse 1]
Cause it's all that I've ever known
All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown
Get your shit together clone, build a better prototype
You lookin like a mop (mop), and I'm lookin for a flo' to wipe
I heard your album mayne if that's what you call it
Another gangster fairytale and for that shit we ain't fallin
All you're talkin bout it is slangin, bangin, bussin and ballin
But I ain't seen yo scary ass at All Star in New Orleans (All Star at New Orleans nigga)
I'm tired mayne this shit is gettin older than Moses
Pussy niggas always poutin with poses
But mayne all it really shows is how hard you ain't
A nigga bust yo ass in the mouth, you probably faint
Not from the power of the punch but the shock (but the shock)
Cause you a coward and niggas gon' devour your lunch
A bunch of niggas done tried (tried) but ain't too many done it like me
It's Bun B'der, a G, and I'ma keep it 100
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Cause that's exactly what the trill do
Ain't nobody tellin me what I won't or I will do
If I don't feel you, you lucky that I don't kill you
Leave you leakin till you moult in your meal dude, for real dude
I got the skill to, don't make me have to show it
Cause it'll be over before you know it
You get one shot and I suggest you don't blow it
If I do it, I overdo it, reap that you gon' sew it (you reap that you gon' sew it)
I'm a revolutionary black fister
You fuckin with fire, fuck around and get a blister
I fuck with a father, then fuck around and hit a sister
Underground King motherfucker, call me Mister (Mister what?)
Kilogram, Mister Woodgrain, Mister Brick (brick)
And unless you the misses, get of the mister dick (dick)
Cause this the shit that have these motherfuckers runnin for the hills
From the King of the Trill, cause I keep it 100
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Cause nowadays motherfuckers lie (lie)
Some to your face, some can't even look you in the eye (eye)
Some in this place, some just left and some is comin by (by)
A little later (later) probably a little hater (hater)
And they gon' still debate us (bate us) try to prove they the greatest
And they still gon' be wronger than fuck, so holler later
I'm leavin, I'm not a waiter (waiter), but I'll end up servin you
They try to step up to the likes of me, why the nerve of you (the nerve of you)
Well I never and I do declare
I'm bout to fuck the game up so it's best you prepare (best you prepare)
Put on your fear cause I finna be spittin (finna be spittin)
That hot fire so you better bring mittens (better bring mittens)
Cause youse a pussy and yo partner is kittens
I do him and when I'm done he'll be like no he didn't
Get your toilet paper nigga cause I finna be shittin
Diuretic on haters with no quitin and I'ma keep it 100
{Bun B}
Yeah niggas it's going down i got my nigga
Fliperacy wit me got my nigga Dee Money
And my nigga B.Gizzle we dangerous
{Dee Money Chorus)
We dangerous straight murders can't fuck wit us
Cause we dangerous We killers dope dealers
Woodgrain grippin murders we dangerous.
{B.G. Verse 1}
I walk in da wit a 44 on my waist ready 2 blow up
Da place ready 2 start cappin niggas and get dis
Shit started don't even get me started dis x got me
Retarted sippin on purple paint drapped up 2 da fullest
Bustin shots faithfully representing New Orleans 2 da
Fullest.
{Bun B Verse 2}
Undefeated like King Koopa rappin wit H-Town's finest
Bustin shots so i should be renamed your hinest a hard hittin
Nigga same nigga dat's been doing it dangerous 2 the bone duckin
And dodgin bullets bitch game over bitch ready 2 bust a cap in yo
Ass fuck wit if u want and i put a quick whippin on u fast.
{Lil Flip Verse 3}
It's Fliperatacy nigga H-Town nigga ready 2 fuck over da game
So please remember the name i flip dat money stack dat money
Get dat money till i die bustin shots and stayin dangerous until
I die bitch.
{Dee Money Verse 4}
Dee Money woodgrain grippin stay switchin lanes dangerous nigga coming through yo hood mane we rob liqour stores sell crack and flip hoes
We smokin on dat best weed dirty south best weed It's Dee Money Fliperacy
Bun B & B.Gizzle dangerous type we out nigga.
[Intro]
Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4)
[Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)]
Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr
(This that straight my, straight my)
[Chorus]
Money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all, money all day
[Bun B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta where I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day fuckin' long
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti - Verse 2]
Money totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this money here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows
Count money all day, count money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper, so I count my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane - Verse 3]
It's me Gucci
I'm the shit bitch you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down back up
In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don't you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras
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[Bun B:]
Remorse
Vengeance
Lost of a loved one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my mind
Fill my heart
My emotional pain
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta
[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (GONE)
Another goner (GONE)
In the game (GONE)
Another soldier (GONE)
In a grave (GONE)
Bendin' corners (GONE)
Finna bang (GONE)
Another soldier (LONG GONE)
In the grave (grave [x7])
[BUN B:]
We are the mighty Middle Fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die
[MDDL FNGZ:]
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
Open up tha door, nigga standing like "sh*t"
Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit
Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss
Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.
[BUN B:]
No the choppa gon hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you gon sh*t
Middle fingaz, strong click
Bun B, the strong spit
Put you six feet under
Why not have a long sit
Long walk, short pier
Mane have a long flip
Got the streets on lock
And got the yola on whip
Tell momma we comin home so don't trip
[MDDL FNGZ:]
If I Tee, don't worry bout me
Momma I'm a G
I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me
Tryin to run up on me
Thinkin you gon try me
Sh*t in a bag
Drinkin through a IV
So appreciate ya breath
While you got some left
Ya life's a bi*ch
They got permanent PMS
And my only fear of death is reincarnation
So it ain't sh*t for me to make you niggas ER patients
Another soldier in the grave
[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (GONE)
Another goner (GONE)
In the game (GONE)
Another soldier (GONE)
In a grave (GONE)
Bendin' corners (GONE)
Finna bang (GONE)
Another soldier (LONG GONE)
In the grave (grave [x7])
[B.A.N.D.I.T:]
Two nines, four clips
Prayin that you niggas trip
Lookin for some trouble
Finna bust you niggas bubble
And I don't give a fu*k about your happy meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs
So catch a square nigga
And I won't budge
Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge
I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna
SOUTHWEST got them soldiers
Some movin doja
Some movin X
But they mostly movin yola
With guns in tha holsta
We never leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya gravesite
Then get real nigga with it and go fu*k ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice
[BUN B:]
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head
For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya with lead
For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it
Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back
Middle Finga, this ain't a act
This uncut coke
Don't ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya bi*ch-ass smoked
We go for broke
[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (GONE)
Another goner (GONE)
In the game (GONE)
Another soldier (GONE)
In a grave (GONE)
Bendin' corners (GONE)
Finna bang (GONE)
Another soldier (LONG GONE)
[Intro - Unknown Female]
I luv that shit - [3X]
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
It's goin down like it always do
I'm about to hit 'em front door, front row with the crew
I pull up to valet in the '09 'cedes ('09 'cedes)
And turn the heads of all the fly ladies (fly ladies) (I luv that shit)
I lift the doors out (out), then lift the doors up (up)
Step out the car and the whole world slows up (up)
I show up like a certified pro
Lookin like slow motion when I heads to the door (to the door)
I walk right past the line to the rope
Everybody fall back like I'm the motherfuckin po'
And it's not even a question if I fittin to bring the strap in
They tried to pat me down but it ain't fittin to happen
Head to the bar, all eyes on B-da (on B-da)
From the haters and the fly mamacitas (mamacitas)
And trust me mayne when the club this thick
You ain't even got to ask - I luv this shit
[Chorus - Bun B (Unknown Female)]
The club is packed, the bottles is poppin {bottles is poppin}
We make it rain when the models is boppin, mayne (I luv that shit)
Ladies shakin they backs
And all the players and the pimps is catchin heart attacks, come on (I luv that shit)
Aiyyo DJ turn it up (I luv that shit)
You got a beat, then let's burn it up {burn it up}
You know we do it B-I-G
So come and holla at a player in the V-I-P
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
UGK we in the house fo's
We about to crank this thang up and you already know (already know) (I luv that shit)
We in the club lookin like new money
Put ya stunna shades on 'cause the ice too sunny (too sunny)
Me and my partners posted up at the bar
And we about to buy it out, for the price of your car (huh)
All the Ace of Spades, all the Rozay
All the syrup and white and Patron, okay? (okay?)
They sendin out ice buckets by the dozens (dozens)
I pass 'em out to my dogs and my cousins (cousins)
The whole club full of smoke and we buzzin (buzzin)
It's goin down in here mayne, you thought it wasn't?
Movin through the club like a conga line
See the baddest little bopper, legs long and fine
And she like "I love your ropes, are they solid gold or hollow B?" '
I tell ya in the VIP, mommie follow me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
No party like a trill ass party, 'cause a trill ass party don't stop (don't stop)
Mayne it ain't no shorty like a trill ass shorty, 'cause a trill ass shorty gon' drop (gon' drop)
Go on drop it down low to the floor, make it pop (make it pop)
I want to watch you wobble, show me what you got (what you got)
Now go on work that (work that), and twerk that (twerk that)
Now wiggle it around baby jerk that (jerk that)
Now toot it up (toot it up), and boot it up (boot it up)
I'm cocked and loaded and I'm a shoot it up (shoot it up)
Now grind it (grind it), dirty wind it (wind it)
Now back it up, while I get behind it (behind it)
Now go ahead and do your thang girl (girl)
Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl (girl)
And shake what your momma gave ya for daddy (daddy)
And maybe you can ride shotgun in the Caddy, come on
[Intro]
[Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds]
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up)
Step roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts)
UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga)
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my dick (dick) and money on my mind (mind)
The South is on my back (back), I told it like Atlas
And you can never pack this (why?), you ain't had the practice
Crack shit, street talk, hood life, thug shit
All that and then some, started this drug shit
Cookies - we cooked that, highway - we did that
Paper - we stacked that, bodies - we hid that
Rich wrapped and packed up and stamped with the logo (with the logo)
Now we got it hoppin just like a pogo, poppin like the popo (damn)
Word to my D.C. niggaz on Go-go
Ask 'em, they know bro (fo sho)
[Chorus - Bun B]
'Cause you know what it is (is), you ain't got to ask (ask)
We gettin down to biz (biz), nigga do the math (math)
Somebody check the clock (clock) and tell 'em what the's time (time)
'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine)
I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine)
I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Primetime player (player), first class flyer (flyer)
High life liver, luxury good buyer
I'm a modern day pariah ('riah), tell it like Richard Pryor (Pryor)
And won't stop rockin 'til I retire ('tire)
So call me 'siah, the Underground King (King)
I'm known to let 'em hang to the floor, it ain't a thing (thing)
The first one to swing (swing), the first one to bang (bang)
These pussy niggaz sweet, I think they sippin on the Tang (Tang)
Dang, that's when "keepin it real goes wrong" (wrong)
Singin the same old song, take off your thong (thong)
Say you wanna get like me, then try harder (try harder)
It's more than just some gangsta Nikes and a Starter (and a Starter)
You got a father? I know he ain't proud (proud)
He probably wished he would of pulled out, no doubt (no doubt)
You've been a bitch since birth, no lie (lie)
And you gon' be a bitch on the day that you die (that you die)
[Chorus]
[Break - Bun B]
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (mine)
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
You motherfuckers ain't ready for the return of original trillness (naw)
Imitated, never duplicated on some real shit (shit)
I pull your card, then I pull the steel (steel)
And then I pop it, now tell me how them bullets feel (feel)
Kneel (kneel), bitches say I got that whip appeal ('peal)
When they see me ridin on candy, grippin wheel (wheel)
Oh (oh), not goin for bad, bitch I'm goin for broke (broke)
And you already know it's fire when you see the smoke (smoke)
You already know it's fire even before we spoke (spoke)
And you know you gonna see the gun fire when he loc (loc)
And like a beast spoke, splash on 'em and smash on 'em
Then fire up the swishy sweet and leave the ash on 'em
'Cause Bun B is a winner, put your cash on 'em
Or cash out, 'cause I'm layin his ass out (out)
Soon as I pass up (up), that's when they pass out
Nigga I'm the first goin in and I'm the last out (out)
Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby
[chorus:]
If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, if ya need a hustla, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need a lil
dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, be a love hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down
[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is tungsten im made of tough skin u gon respect me
(hold up) take mo than a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go ballin they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to make u feel secure then baby
u aint gotta look no more i got the cure
u want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit
stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command u can do what ya please
(hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin
in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) cuz even the king of the trill need himself queen
[chorus]
[Mike Jones]
See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave
they talk shit they just mad cuz i got u flippin jags poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the
tag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i can
leave yo ass with nathin then when i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin ima do them like
you and drop them off some dollas but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank rolls but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my
J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around
(mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea
[chorus]
[Baby]
i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns
nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds
nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot
girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to Port Arthur to the
beach tell her homie hold it down cuz we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost
my horns so H town is on and nuttin change cuz the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cuz we
gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
[Chorus:]
There's an angel in the sky watching over me [x2]
[Verse 1:]
They say it's always darkest before the dawn and that you don't know what you had until it's gone I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong and that's why I gots to write this song now come on now come on say man I thought it would of been a long time for us and many more years on the grind for us I thought the future held a lot for us both and it was brighter we were super tight but finna be super tighter I guess I just assumed we had more time for us to make more music and write more rhymes but never in my life could I ever have seen that I would ever have to lose the other half of my team (for real) and take away the glitter the gold and the gleam say man I wonder to myself what does it all really mean nothing without the people you love say man I miss my brother but I know he's looking down from above and that's an angel
[Chorus:]
There's an angel in the sky watching over me [x2]
[Verse 2:]
It all began on Shreveport Ave sittin off in the den making beats and puttin paper to pen we was determined to win and you couldn't tell us different Mama West was cool with it but Monroe kept trippin it seems just like yesterday sometimes sittin in ya bedroom writing dumb rhymes man you makin beats on the insonic and we was smokin dirt weed cause it wasn't no chronic I sitll remember when we started the crew it was me Mitchell Queen Jamal Jackson and you started out as 4BM but then we ended with two that's when we introduced the world to the U to the G tot the K Underground Kings DJ Byrd Pimp C and Bun B we kept it G say word who woulda known back in 92 in 2008 I'd have to write this song sayin I miss you but it's true
[Chorus:]
There's an angel in the sky watching over me [x2]
[Verse 3:]
Just for the record let me go ahead and say I love my brother Pimp C and man I miss him everyday yeah my heart still hurts and the pain still fresh but I'm a put God first to keep that pressure off my chest and remind me that I'm blessed to have had him as a friend a ride or die homie that was with me til the end real talk man we was closer than kin and I know that I'll never have a partner like that again so Chad Butler I just want you to know I keep ya memory close I'm never lettin it go and they gon always remember that you was here mayne cause I'm a make'em remember that's why I'm here mayne yeah it's still hard and I still cry but you and God keep me strong so I'm a still try reppin this UGK now won't I cause through your music you live forever so Trill don't die
[Ending Chorus:]
I know your watching over me last night I saw you in my dream at the crossroads I'll see you there my friend my brother til the end can't wait to see you again save a place in heaven for me there's an angel in the sky watching over me
[Chorus:]
[Pimp C Verse 1]
Yo smoke sumthin bitch , yo yo yo ,
Its pimp c from tha trill and sittin on tha Grill
me and bun smokn on tha reff all yall bitches
need to fix yall weve , cuz who need a b do ya see?
[Pimp C Talking]
Its "Bun b" , "Z-Ro" , "Young Jeezy" , "Slick Pulla" , "Hype d" and "Pimp c" in tha place to be. Texas stand up and throw up ya cup.
[Z-Ro Chorus]
Yo its texas , ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus
dont fuck with us , nigga we bust yo ass up , throw up ya cup
and say ...
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
[Young Jezzy Verse 2]
Yo its tha snowman with all tha snowhoe
open da door , smack a hoe and shut tha door , hit tha floor
Who need a B when i rap and trap in ATL , i can even do this in texas
Like pimp c said we all got the Lexus with tha grill , we camme to kill
so when bun come to town we got tha trill
[Slick Pulla on Chorus]
Yo its texas , ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus
dont fuck with us , nigga we bust yo ass up , throw up ya cup
and say ...
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
[Bun b Verse 3]
Yo its bun , got tha gun lock n load
head to tha boat and i take ya coat
Hey girl i wanna do is see that .......
Lemme murk that till ya got a hurt back
show ya where tha crib at . got that kryptonite
We can see my hoe andu have a girl fight so look at me
and say.....
[Hype D on Chorus]
Yo its texas , ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus
dont fuck with us , nigga we bust yo ass up , throw up ya cup
and say ...
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
[Slick Pulla + Z-Ro Talking}
Yo we had bun b, pimp c , now we got tha world famous.....
[Hype-D Verse 4]
Yo i can rap in Atl , i can put it in a basket
and ship it to alaska nigga im tha best ya heard what i said
Its Hype-D , R.o.c , and texas in this bitch i came from tha trill
born to kill and got a killa grill , They call me Hype to tha d
dont ya see? i gotta have me a hoe tippin on 4's lambroghini doors
Slick floors with sum killa hoes, im tha best say no mo , Sippin on rum ,
girl i wanna make u cum , so all my hoes that in tha house im bout to dig
up in that blouse come to my mansion not my house deep up in tha purple
haze clouds where tha doulja grows , where tha trees grow , where u see bucnh of hoes where ya see flamin hoes , ya its H town in tha game and
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...
[Bun B]
Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three-time fellas that be facing some time
For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage
A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set
And when the work comes easy
And when the game ain't ready
They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags
Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true
[Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)]
I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns
I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...)
I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank
I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...)
[Bun B]
Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools
Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others
I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets
Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case
It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind
It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit
Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground
Yeah, ugk for life bitch
The treal og is in the
Motherf-cking building
Bun b
Triple og to be exact
You know we rapping p.e.t.
To the fullest
We gonna take this one up to...
Get on that milk crate, merlin shit
What's up aaron, turn it up
Just another day
In the life of the og
Back out on the block
Sport where everybody knows me
No way I'm low key
My presses as a glows
So when I step out on the scene
Man they already know
Hot the snow in the summer
Just in case you wanna ski
The purest of the powder play
A courtesy of me
Got your nose all running
Like you just caught a cold
And I been a man since 17 years old
I fold back
And all about the bindess
On the daily
Tryna stack up major money
No if and or maybes
That maybe bullshit is for
The motherf-cking sitter
This is grown man bia
One hit or quitter
Raise by the bears so
I do just like they told me
That's what separates
The new you from the old me
Pimping like kobe and
Know I'm not a phoney
Throw your ass in the trunk
Until you stick yourself
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up motherf-cker
We turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up f-ck these n-ggas
We turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up f-ck these bitches
We turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up motherf-cker
We turn it up
Yeah bitch
You already know I'm back on
That pa bullshit
I'm in this bitch representing
Them treal gladiators
And you know they stay on deck
Yeah, too treal entertainment is in the
Motherf-cking building
So don't get it twisted
Or you'll get yourself twisted
Know what I'm talking bout, yeah
West side to the east
Pa in this bitch n-gga
Turn it up
Back up on my grizzly like
My name was t putt...
Escape me while you hate me
N-gga stuck up in the mud still
You won't be
What a thug will quit your fronting
No future in it anyway
We see through all the stunting
Don't make me push that button
When I open up the briefcase
You know you waiting for this drama
And these streets ace
Let off 100 rounds
And now it's just a warm up
So don't nobody hear
You when you ringing the alarm 1
I handle f-ck shit exactly how I order
So this shit will surprise
You when I come through on the slaughter
I'm a real fire starter
A fire flame spitter
And you'll be ass out
When the bullets hit
You in the shitter
Just... more g shit
And it's finest
Mixed with that texas king shit
From his highness
Don't attempt to try
This without proper supervision
Cause the treal og is on a
Motehrf-cking mission
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up motherf-cker
We turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up f-ck these n-ggas
We turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up f-ck these bitches
We turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up motherf-cker
[Jay Prince]
Ahh yeaaah.
Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again.
With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South.
Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands
Of the innocent.
[Bun B]
It's been a long time comin' but it finally came, for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin' shot at the game. I
Put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put, and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker
Than soot. I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me, head ? in the ghetto, mayn you know where
To find me. The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear, from this moment I run the South, and
Everything down here. That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks, whether it's rappin' or work, I
Got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel
'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds, 'cause it's a White House
Of cards, and it's filled with broads. We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause
What happened in New Orleans should never happen again. They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about
Nothing, for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'. I'ma instegate a change from the mutha
Fuckin' top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop. So I'm here to make a stand, and
Take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin' back. It's a new king on the throne, and
His chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that?
[Intro]
Hold up, middle fingers up
Pussy-ass niggaz down nigga (muh'fuckers)
H-Town, Texas stand up, Southwest (uh-huh)
Sunny side, P.A. we up in here
Bun, holla at these motherfuckers (you know'm talkin 'bout?)
[Verse 1]
Say, nigga you can't run, nigga you can't hide
Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride
Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot
Cause when we give it to ya bitch we give you all that we got
Now all it take is one shot to put yo' ass in a ditch
But you gon' get the other forty-nine for bein a bitch
Go to war with the big man when it makes no sense to
Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you
Ain't no movin ya baby mama {?} or your kids
Everybody finna get it for the shit that you did
So when I get to ya crib, better come out swingin
Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin
We don't want no dope, we don't want no cash
We don't want no excuses, we just want yo' ass
So when that front do' crash, and you see them soldiers
When that gun go flash, don't say that Bun ain't told ya, nigga
[Chorus 2X: Bun B]
If I pull it I'ma pop and be the first one to bust
We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
First nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dust
We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats
20-shot hollow heads, bitch give me the loose leaf
Fuck beef, I got a K for niggaz
In spots the laws won't find ya for days, my nigga
Southside, young playa full of plots and scams
Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams
Boys know me in the hood, but not from rappin
Back street trappin, front line, ya boy is a captain
First nigga to shoot, I ain't tryin to talk
Bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off
No life is a tunnel, while I'm rollin with my gun up
Don't get ya bitch gun butt, nigga what'chu want what
It ain't shit to get yo' family touched
Catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch, nigga
I'm in the game cause I love the rush
Love the bucks, this fans money never enough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Uh, hol' up, uhh
Forty-five in the Rover, the K is on my shoulder
Pop yo' bitch-ass, then I go and smoke it over
Niggaz gettin older, but thugs is comin younger
So just in case you wonder I keep a F in the thunder
Nigga you's a blunder, got rocked by the thunder
Cryin to that Bun, but he the reason that we done ya
Gave us the word, said we keep the birds
Beefin is for nerds, I put ya brains on the curb
[Verse 4]
Fucka! Pull ya piece nigga, and watch you rest in it
Come to this clip game, bitch I'm the best in it
Your white flag ya wavin, now it's on, bitch please
All your loved ones houses lookin like swiss cheese
Tried to let ya ass make it, but ya ass act a fool
Now the H.K., the A.K., and the A-R is the tools
All ya homeboys gone and them hoes want less
So tell ya mom and ya sister break out the black dress
Mouse on the track, that'll make you bounce and act, what...
[repeat 2X]
Shake it like you mean it
Shake it like you mean it
Shake it like you mean it girl
Shake it like you mean it
[Chorus 1]
All my H-Town women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Baton Rouge women gon' pop it for pimp
All my ATL women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Birmingham women gon' pop it for pimp
[Interlude]
Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
(Gon') Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
(Gon') Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
(Gon') Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
[Bun B]
Now all my ladies to the dance flo', it's time to do ya thang
You see the piece of chain, you see the panky rang
Now this one ain't a joke, and this one ain't a game
You got to twurk for my baby brother, now show no shame
You already know who you came fo' and why you came
And why you comin, you hear the 8-0-8 drummin
Let a hater hate, woman that's what they gon' do
Now pop it for the pimp, you see a trill nigga want you
But you gotta be down, to fuck with me and my round
You ain't gon' pop it for the pimp, bitch get yo' ass out of town
You got to take it off and let me see it, with no delay
So if you miss the pimp let me hear you say, c'mon
[Interlude]
[Chorus 2]
All my women up in Philly gon' pop it for pimp
All my St. Louis women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Carolina women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Las Vegas women gon' pop it for pimp
[Juvenile]
Yeah, yeah
I love the way you work a pole yeah, Nicole yeah
Make a nigga spend his dough yeah, ya po' yeah
Ain't finished I got mo' yeah, to throw yeah
You will buy it and ya know yeah, and show yeah
Go on pop it for my nigga P-I-, M-P
Busy out there with my nigga B.I., and P-A-C
Streets fuck wit'chu and I can see why, you a G
You could pop it girl but after this, it's you and me
It don't matter if you got a day job or a stripper
Shake it like you mean it bitch, I'm a good tipper
It's been a minute, damn you done got thicker
And that ass look better when a nigga on liquor
(Pop it for pimp) [repeat 5X]
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa... (yeah)
[Chorus 3]
All my women up in Dallas gon' pop it for pimp
All my Chattanooga women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Ca$hville women gon' pop it for pimp
All my M-I-A women gon' pop it for pimp
[Interlude w/ ad libs]
[Webbie]
Gon' keep it trill shorty hairy asshole
All the real bad bitches get down on the flo'
If you gon' do it good I throw a lil' dough
If you do it a lil' better I throw a lil' mo'
Make somebody tell them bitches we gon' need mo' ones
Hit the room with me and Bun, it'll be so fun
Big titties, big buns, yeah she a thugga
Pop it like a firecracker, bet'cha Pimp'll love her
Check it out, stretch it out, go on 'head, let it out
Don't be shy, take your time, I know your mama had a fine ass daughter
I ain't lyin, I'll beat it like it's mine
Nah I ain't Sweet Jones but I keep a freak on, yeah
[Interlude]
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38
waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch
im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon
coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon
and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we
shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just
incase he get resurected is best he understands
[Chorus]
I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper
they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em
so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a
promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite
flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant
hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a
nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat
left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella.
[Chorus]
Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy
Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz
get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them
niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot
of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin
em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i
aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i
hold my city down like i anchor eyim.
Hey, Hey, we keeping it real, samba baby
[chorus:]
If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla,
whatever you need girl ima hold you down,
if you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima hold you down
[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me
(hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go balling they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure
you want money and jewels (jewels) you want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbing shoulders wit
stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command you can do what ya please
(hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be laying in just respect the playa and the game that hes playing
in (for real) I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) cause even the king of trill needs himself a queen
[chorus]
[Mike Jones]
See all that listening to them hoes in your ear gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I leave
they talk shit they just mad cause I got you flipping jagos popping tags brand new clothes you cant tell by the
tag I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating they just waiting on you to slip so I could
leave yo ass with nathan then when I do that they gon' back door and try to holla hoping ima do them like
you and drop them off some dollas but I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll but I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my
J-O and stack a bank roll but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around Yea
[chorus]
I been putting it down nigga and holding my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we ducking them clowns
nigga taking they crown nigga and shoving the town nigga rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds
nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
girl nigga loving the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the
beach tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat and got me feeling like I lost my jones I done lost
my horns so H town is on and nothing change cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cause we
getting it on and baby girl you could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America
We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The Beginning Of A New Era
And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
(Jay Prince)
Ahh yeaaah
Rap a -lot back in the house, once again
With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South
Yo Bun, it's yo time,
and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters,
who suffer, at the hands of the innocent
(Bun B)
It's been a long time comin' but it finally came,
for Bun B to get his muthafuckin' shot at the game.
I put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put,
and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker than soot.
I got the Hood behind me,
the Streets co-signed me, head? in the ghetto,
mayn you know where to find me.
The mission is laid out,
and the vision is clear,
from this moment I run the South,
and everything down here.
That go from corners to cuts,
trap spots to blocks,
whether it's rappin' or work,
I got the shit on lock.
I ain't all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion,
I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a God Damn Texan.
'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds,
'cause it's a White House of cards,
and it's filled with broads
We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in,
cause what happened in New Orleans should never happen again.
They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about nothing,
for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'.
I'ma instigate a change from the muthafuckin' top,
'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop.
So I'm here to make a stand,
and take up the slack,
Dirty South rest easy,
I gotcha muthafuckin' back.
It's a new king on the throne,
and his chrown is a hat,
that says FREE PIMP C,
now what's fuckin' with that?
Chops on the track
See when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money, I went and got that Bentley
Now if y'ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend it
And yes, I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens
Mice'll run all over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads
Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green Bay
Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm "Ridin Dirty" 'cause I'm so U-G-K
One two three, wait, fo' fo' makes eight
Nine times out of 10 it's eleven or a 12 gauge
Friday the 13th, that's the day that hell raise
But y'all boys too weak, like fo'teen days
I'm so clean, why wouldn't I be?
I be with Ben Frank' so much he's startin' to look like me
I'ma smoke my weed ‘cause I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour four, every time I pour
Like, "Is you sayin' somethin' bitch?
If ye ain't talkin 'bout us, we ain't talkin' 'bout shit"
I woke up this mornin', eyes half closed
I looked into the mirror and said, “Damn I'm cold”
Damn I'm cold, and my hoes
Pimp shit nigga keep payin' my hoes
Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold
See when I got that slab money I put the Rivvy on blades
When I got that 'lac money I candied the Escalade
Got that screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck
A couple cars on my wrist and bitch I'm ready to wreck
We 'bout to do this for Pimp C, so pass me a bottle
I'm 'bout to pop the top on it like a slab or a model
Turn it upside down then po' it out for my lil' bro
Then pass me another one so I can po' out a lil' mo'
Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors
I'm slick as linoleum, swingin' my 'lac do's
Them Franklins you foldin' there, we tryin' to stack those
So fo' you play your role you need to learn how to act, hoes
Swangaz that crank fo's and tip in trunks'll bang
Haters get back and hoes'll flip with nuts who hang
It ain't a thang, make number 1's and ever will
I put that on my life, Bun B fo'ever trill, fo' real
Yeah, fuckin' right alright
Goin' at your neck like a barkin' dog bites
I woke up this mornin', eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror and said, “Damn I'm cold”
Damn I'm cold and my hoes
Pimp shit nigga keep payin' my hoes
Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold
Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the Range?
Or the bracelet, face it, you feel the chill in yo' veins
Could it be from Bun Beda or that boy Lil Wayne?
Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs?
Got on a couple gold chains, so dang-a-dang
I swang and bang from lane to lane
Yeah, it's gettin' hot and you startin' to feel the flame
It's getting' brick and you starting to feel the breeze
And the temperature's going down, best to get you some sleeves
And you best to get you some G's, 'fore you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole
Like brrr, machine gun brrr
I am a beast grrr, money machine brrr
F-U-C-K, C-O-P's
I say 'I know' when they say 'Freeze!' yeah
Okay, you already knew
No pussies, no rats, no Tom & Jerry Show
And I woke up this mornin', eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror like, “Damn I'm cold”
Damn I'm cold and my hoes
Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold
[Intro]
Payback's a motherfucker!
This is where we take a journey, called karma
What goes around, comes back around
Especially the rules of these streets
It's a bloody war, in the rules of engagement
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Justice, in the mind of a gangsta
[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you say?
See you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back
Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
You standin up in the pulpit, lookin out at the pew
Preachin the good word and tellin Christian folks what to do
You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you
It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes
Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride
You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in
(Just to pray in) Or a million dollar house for you to stay in (nope)
Marriage counselin, but cheatin on ya own wife
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in ya own right
Let the do'knob hit ya where the good Lord split ya
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
[Interlude: Bun B]
The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone
Mayne every time I walk inside the church house
the preacher cuttin his eyes at me
But I know he can't throw nothin my way
He dirtier than I am, ridin down the street shinin, ballin
Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool
That's why niggaz don't go to church now
It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger
Let us move on
[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say?
I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got that nightstick in your hand and you walkin your beat
Or in the blue-and-white car and drivin down my street
You say you here to help the people, and do us some good
Protect us and serve, to try to keep the peace in our hood
Claim you crackin down on the crime, but let's keep it true
Cause the biggest criminals in my city is you
You know police brutality is at a all-time high (high)
Pumpin 61 slugs into an unarmed guy (guy)
Tried to say that the assailant had a motherfuckin handgun
But when you couldn't find one, you motherfuckers plant one
Rampart scandal, Tupac Shakur
Christopher Wallace, it got me sick and who got the cure?
If the PD, went M.I.A., we wouldn't miss ya
Y'all some dirty motherfuckers (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
[Interlude: Bun B]
Look at this shit mayne
Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G.
Motherfuckers is dyin out here man
And if the police ain't killin 'em
They not givin a fuck about who will
Nobody tryin to find out who killed these people
Fat Pat, Big H.A.W.K., this shit ain't right man
Good cop, bad cop, the line blurry every day
Let us move on
[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Politician, what do you say?
I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You tellin us it's time for a change, people is dyin
And the current administration doin nothin but lyin
You come down to my community and tell us your goals
to clean the system up and get the crisis under control
Claimin you can get us on track, but let's keep it true
The main motherfuckers keepin us off track is you
Damn near everybody runnin is a member of the senate
They voted to send us to war, so y'all got us in it
Now the shit done hit the fan, and you tryin to say
you wasn't down from the jump but man the shit won't play
Y'all some liars, stealers, philanderers and all
Got senate to suck the dick inside of bathroom stalls
Nah, elected officials lettin the dick kiss you
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
[Outro: Bun B]
Man, I don't believe this shit
Motherfuckers overseas die in that war
We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin
Sit back and got his dick sucked all day
Now we got motherfuckin elected people, in office
In motherfuckin airport bathroom tryin to suck
the dicks half the people on the beat and shit
Now what is this world comin to?
Who lookin out for the children, education, social security
Bring my people back from motherfuckin Iraq mayne, for real
[Intro: Lil Keke]
Yeah
H-Town all stars in the building, that's right
Lil Keke the don, yes
Check it out
[Verse 1: Lil Keke]
Seven-thirteen homey, I been on
Yeah we been here and y'all sho been gone
Screwed up captain, still repping the south
And can't none of y'all cut me off, I'm alive
Make 'em southside, cause that's Texas pride
Pimp C got me swangin' it wide, so be quiet
Bey still repping it right for H-Town
Don Keke's draped up, chopped and screwed down
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I've been on, I've been on
Since back when I had braids on my dome
Underground king, sitting on my throne
Me and Bey done did number one songs
Riding candy and chrome, this Texas
Could buy a Bentley cash with this necklace
This H-Town, we drive reckless
We make 'em bow down, they gon' respect us
[Hook x2: Beyoncé]
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
[Verse 3: Willie D]
I am Houston, rep it hard
Cup with R, candy cars
Geto Boys, Willie D
You're plexing with Bey, you're plexing with me
These dudes in the streets, be acting (?)
But go to the pen, and be playing with them boys
They are not me, they're carbon copies
If God got me, who gon' stop me
[Verse 4: Scarface]
I been on, now who you goons gon' get to knock me off
I've been boss, been on slabs, been on paint
Been on fours homey, I've been on drapes, I've been half-baked
Twenty-five years and ain't fell off yet cause my flow that wet
You don't want no plex, they talk that sh-
The Queen Bey said you better bow down, bow down
[Hook x2: Beyoncé]
[Verse 5: Z-Ro]
On, I could never be off
Hit the boulevard so hard, it'd never be soft
Yellow bone so long, looking like they reach out
Set of diamonds and gold in damn near each mouth
They call it Styrofoam City Houston, Texas to be exact
Swangas on anything, it ain't gotta be a Lac
If I say I got sixteen, it ain't gotta be a wrap
All them d-boys in them traps, they gotta feel that
[Verse 6: Bun B]
We the big ballers and big bodies in fresh foreigners
Fresh up off the road from hustling and rap touring
While you sleeping and snoring we creeping and pouring
Baddiebey and the Bun, baby, you can't ignore 'em
Represent from Port Arthur, get it right off the water
How you want it harder, South, put in your order
Never the hesitators, shaking off all the haters
Ridin' for Pimp, Screw and all the Lone Star Staters, hol' up
[Hook: Beyoncé]
[Outro: Beyoncé]
I remember my baby hair with my dookie braids
Frenchy's, Boudin in the parking lot
Shout out to Willie D
I was in that Willie D video when I was about fourteen, looking crazy
Shout out Pimp C
You know we used to sneak and listen to that UGK
Didn't do your girl but your sister was alright, damn
In ya homeboy's Caddy last night man, haha
Hold up, Texas trill
Ah, yeah
2010 and we still rolling
You know, Bun, my dad used to tell me
Every time he thought he knew it all
Something new would come up
So at this time let's welcome Drake
The newest member to the family
Whom my son, JS Prince discovered
Make no mistake the arm is behind us
Now Bun, I've been labeled as a quiet storm and it maybe true
But I've been watching a genius at work on this album
And without further ado, yo pimp, give us your blessings
Chuuuch
Yeah, I'm back, baby, and better than I ever was
I got the streets on fire so forget a buzz
I ain't tripping on sounds scan a beat DS
It's easy to find with or without your GPS
And now we riding next Biden on Obama
Go ask the hustlers, the gangsters, ask your mama
And they'll tell you the best that ever did it
Is still in here doing it, you can fuck with it
And I'ma hit it on the head with a hammer
Riping H-town like five slam a jam
Am I hard enough? Am I real enough? Am I ready?
Bro, well, you already know
On your mark, set, ready, go
I came to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing
Chuuuch
Yeah, we back, baby, and better then we ever was
It's trill G gang so quit acting like we never was
You see the group is too trill and in effect
If rap a lot is rolling with us within the wreak?
So ask him, ask Hover, ask Diddy
Go ask Yeezy, Jeezy, ask 50
And they'll tell you I'm through when I spit it
It's still in here doing it, you can't fuck with it
And I'ma hit it in the chest with the Nina
Riping H-Town like James Prince Senior
Am I hard enough? Am I real enough? Am I ready?
Bro, well you already know
On your mark, set, ready, go
I came to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing
Chuuuch
Yeah, it's back, baby, and better than it ever was
That dirty south shit that you can only get from us
That H-town, slow down, drop the screw music
And it ain't going nowhere so get used to it
Go ask Trey, ask Paul Wall, ask Roll
Go ask Cooper, ask Slim, they already know
And they'll tell you they ready to represent it
It's still in here doing it, you can fuck with it
And I'ma hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee
Riping PAT like a young MC
Am I hard enough? Am I real enough? Am I ready?
Bro, well, you already know
On your mark, set, ready, go
I came to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing
I came to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing
(feat. LeToya)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
[Chorus - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample]
It was all a dream, thinkin 'bout the fortune and fame
Hopin one day I could get in the game
It was all a dream, wishin for the money and cars
And to live the lifestyle of the stars
It was all a dream, livin through the struggle and pain
Tryin not to fall out of the frame
It was all a dream, until I seen my dream come true
Now I'm a make it do what it do
'Cause it was all a dream
[Verse 1 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout]
I'm from the hood player, check my stats
I grew up in the ghetto with the roaches and the rats (and the rats)
We used to shoot basketball through a bike rim (rim)
Lookin at Jordan, wantin to be like him (him)
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water drink (drinks)
I look back at my past and man I got to think (think)
Of where I came from (from) and what I've been through (through)
'Cause for some man, the saga still continues ('ues)
I remember, my days as a young'n
The alley ways and back streets we used to run in
Who knew back then that some would kill
and some would die? 'Cause on the real
[Chorus - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample]
[Verse 2 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout]
I'm from the hood player, check my photos (my photos)
I used to be up all night on no doze (on no doze)
I had a dollar and a destiny (destiny)
And everyday man, the streets kept testin me (testin me)
With peer pressure (pressure) and even poverty (poverty)
But see I can't stop now, man there's got to be
A better life for me (life for me), I want the glory
But they won't give it to me and they won't do it for me (do it for me)
So I'm a pray on it and give it up to God (God)
Then wipe myself off, get up and go hard (hard)
I lost a lot of good friends on the way
That's why I'm tryin harder every day
[Chorus - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample]
[Verse 3 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout]
I'm from the hood player, check my pedigree (pedigree)
And nowadays man, I'm tryin to be a better me (better me)
You see I'm older (older) and even smarter now (smarter now)
So I got to hold my son and my daughter down (daughter down)
And I'm a always keep it real with my kids (my kids)
So they don't have to go through what I did (I did)
'Cause they can climb higher than we ever climbed (ever climbed)
And they can shine brighter than we ever shined (ever shined)
See the next generation is the future (future)
And yeah the game's a little different than you're used to (used to)
But don't give up, just stay true
'Cause if I did it, than you can too
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