B, Bun Filmography

• Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Gumball 3000: Number 13 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Gumball 3000: LDN 2 NYC 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Video Girl 2011, role: actor, character name: Ck Play in Full Screen
• SXSW Flashback 2011 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Kings of the Underground: The Dramatic Journey of UGK 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 2010 VH1 Hip Hop Honors: The Dirty South 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• Strangers (Paranoid) 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• BET Hip Hop Awards 2008 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Final Chapter 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards 2008 2008, role: actor, character name: Video of the Year Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards 2008 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself - Winner: Best Group Play in Full Screen
• Beef 4 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself - UGK Play in Full Screen
• BET Hip-Hop Awards 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Pimpalation: Return of the Trill 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Dominos: The Games We Play 2006, role: actor, character name: Rapper #1 Play in Full Screen
• Life After Death Row 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• My Block: Houston 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen

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  Let Em Knowshow lyrics

  Let Em Know

  [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

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  Chuuch!!! (feat. J. Prince)show lyrics

  Chuuch!!! (feat. J. Prince)

  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

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  I Been On (ft. Scarface, Z-ro, Willie D, Lil Keke & Slim Thug)show lyrics

  I Been On (ft. Scarface, Z-ro, Willie D, Lil Keke & Slim Thug)

  [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

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  You're Everythingshow lyrics

  You're Everything

  [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

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  Who Need A Bshow lyrics

  Who Need A B

  [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

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  In Money We Trustshow lyrics

  In Money We Trust

  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

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  Ii Trillshow lyrics

  Ii Trill

  [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

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  Turn it Up

  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

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  Trillionaire

  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

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  Trill O.G.

  [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)
  [Chorus]

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  Keep It 100

  [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

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  Just Like That

  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

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  That's Gangsta

  [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

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  Trill

  Pushin'
  Keep on pushin'
  I've got to keep on pushin'
  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'
  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 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'
  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
  What 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
  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-T 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'
  I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

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  Pop It 4 Pimp

  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]

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  My Block

  [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

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  Damn I'm Cold

  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

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  Pushin'show lyrics

  Pushin'

  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'

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  Late Night Creepin'

  [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'

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  The Story

  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

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  The Inauguration

  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?

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  I'm A G

  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.

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  Hold You Down

  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

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  I'm Fresh

  [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

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  I'm Ballin

  [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

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  All A Dream

  (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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  Put It Down

  [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

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  Git It

  [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

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  Get Throwed

  [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!)

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  Angel In The Sky (feat. Lil' Razah)

  [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:]

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  Get Cha Issue

  [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

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  Lights Cameras Action

  [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]

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  Bun

  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)]

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  The Best Is Back

  [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

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  Swangin On Em

  [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}

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  Take Tha Hood Back

  [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

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  Some Hoes

  [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)

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  Apologize (remix)

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  Sext Me

  [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!)

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  Snow Money

  [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)

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  Ridin' Slow

  [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 ...

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  Right Now

  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

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  Real Live

  [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!)

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  I Luv That

  [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

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  If I Die Ii Nightshow lyrics

  If I Die Ii Night

  [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)

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  If It Was Up Ii Me

  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.

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  Countin Money

  [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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  Dangerous(freestyle) (bonus Track)

  {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.

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  Good Ii Me (feat. Mya)

  (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

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  Hold U Down

  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

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  Draped Up

  [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...)

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  Draped Up (H-Town Remix)

  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?

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  Trill Recognize Trill

  [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

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  What I Representshow lyrics

  What I Represent

  [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

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  It's Been A Pleasureshow lyrics

  It's Been A Pleasure

  [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

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  Underground Thang

  [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

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  I Git Down 4 Mineshow lyrics

  I Git Down 4 Mine

  [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)

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  Another Soldier (feat. Mddl Fngz & Cobe)

  [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)

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  Retaliation Is A Mustshow lyrics

  Retaliation Is A Must

  [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

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  Speakeasy

  [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

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  Untitled Flow (58 Bars)

  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

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  Trill O.G. "The Epilogue"

  (Hook)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
  Load em up and cock em (cock em)
  Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
  Aim! (I will let it go)
  Aim! (I will lay it down)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
  Load em up and cock em (cock em)
  Arms out the window and aim!
  Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  (Verse)
  ‘Cause I am Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson, Mike Phelps
  Michelangelo with the flow bro and the mic helps
  Ha! The mic stealth, that’s for the mic’s health
  You’ll take me out – now that’s the funniest shit, Mike Epps
  They say the street need a hit
  It ain’t gon write itself
  So I’mma set this bitch on fire
  It ain’t gon light itself
  And I’mma beat the beat up
  It ain’t gon fight itself
  Fuckin let it write itself until it good night itself
  That’s for the OG to do it
  Just equip me and do
  You know what we a do fool
  I will pull it back
  I will let it go
  I will lay it down
  (Hook)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
  Load em up and cock em (cock em)
  Arms out the window and aim!
  Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  (Verse)
  ‘Cus I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry Hoover
  Tooky Williams, Mike and sexy on, bitch I will do ya
  Now when you talkin do a million people listen to ya?
  Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya
  You born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the picture
  When you go, you gon try to take some trill niggas wit ya
  Son of bitch yea, I say fuck you for a picture
  Come in to get yo head a bodybag
  This shoulda fit ya
  Nigga talkin down in your subliminal rap
  We’re playin, you get slow dice
  Like slit through the craps
  Snap back to reality, there’ll be another studio
  Casually, try to battle me
  I leave em rattled G
  That’s for the OG to do it
  Just between me and you
  You know what we a do, fool
  I will pull it back
  I will let it go
  I will lay it down
  (Hook)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
  Load em up and cock em (cock em)
  Arms out the window and aim!
  Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  (Verse)
  Staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scrapers
  Get through it big, I got the rhythm to bend cages
  Choppa mad, places in front
  We just stunt, you know my shakers
  All of them shoot just like the Lakers
  Paper fryers and Goliath, mission attired, he wired
  Kill that nigga with the quick fast and tie it
  Check that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen niggas up
  Quinton thought he was straight just like moose and
  Stat and Pharell bustin them bow and arrows
  We touch so we lowin sparrow
  Chums is long and goofy like cousin Cowell
  Truth or fire, dope fiends get crucified
  Both teams is super loud
  Me and Buns, the underworld is ours nigga
  Pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps
  Try to stop me nigga, shoot through his eyes
  Blow tryin to cope, coppin the stove, he drove pop us
  (Hook)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
  Load em up and cock em (cock em)
  Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
  Aim! (I will let it go)
  Aim! (I will lay it down)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)
  So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
  Load em up and cock em (cock em)
  Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
  Aim! (I will let it go)
  Aim! (I will lay it down)
  ‘Cause them boys keep challenging me
  (But there’s no competition)

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  Trill Talk

  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

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  The Inaugration

  [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?