Trill O.G.: The Epilogue (2013)

• The Best Is Back
• Cake
• Fire
• No Competition
• Don't Play With Me
• Gladiator
• Eagles
• Stop Playin'
• Triller
• Off Top
• Dippin' & Swervin'
• On One
• The Legendary DJ Screw
• Bye! 

The Best Is Back lyrics - Bun-B

[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

It's just a fact that nigga the best is back, bitch (yeeeeaah)

Cake lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Lil Boosie & Pimp C)

[Intro]

Hold up

Smoke something, bitch

My trademark, know what I’m talkin bout?

Yea, know what I’m talkin bout?

Uncle Joey was talkin' bout

Hey man, do fries come with that shake?

Do green guys come with them thighs

Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC

[Hook: Pimp C x2]

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors

Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper

Them thighs come with that shake

Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, and Run rock rhymes

You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes

I be at it and on it, don’t start no static, I want it

When I want it I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it

Ain't no stopping, no frontin, this certified and official

When I see you lickin your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle

But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie

They say that pimpin ain’t easy, man it is if you be me

I see a new one every day, and they think that

Cause they jazzy and they carefree they gon' talk me out my pay

See, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter

Pay for pussy, that’s alright, I grab the smoke so pass the lighter

[Hook: Pimp C x2]

[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]

Mane you know I hit the first night, get 'em right the first date

But I got a question for yah, them thighs come with that shake?

You want Pappadeaux seafood, well you gon have to eat boo

Won't be in my foreign car, you gon' be a porn star

I know what’s going through your head, If I get 'em right with head

I might get a slice of bread for just a minute

I get cash in duffle bags, I don't chase the cake

Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake

Sorry, girl, I gotta go, like Pimp I’m on that purple dro

Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow

Round town, a bad chicks tryna flag me down

Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the paper

[Hook: Pimp C x2]

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]

Shit, now all the trickin', you should stop it, money been the topic

While she digging in your pockets I be pluggin on her socket

All off in your crib, feet up on your shit

Instead of breakin' off a ho, you out here lovin' a bitch

When I get this pimpin' biz, steel toe, [?]

The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could bill for

Live for, all off in your billfold to make her happy

She shake you off, I break her off cause she bring it back to daddy

Don’t be mad at me, cause your ho done chose

I was out here on the stroll, she got down like she's supposed

I put her on some golds, and some vapors on her mind

Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side

[Hook: Pimp C x2]

Fire lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Rick Ross, 2 Chainz & Serani)

[Intro: Serani]

It's, it's, it's, it's, it's Serani and Bun B

[Hook: Serani]

When the heat is on we burn hotter than fire

People will burn up on, we burn hotter than fire

Turn my enemies to dust, burn them up with fire

Whether life or death, guess we're far from fire

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Murder murder redrum - mami, I done dead them

Rude boy like Ashanti, take his motherfucking head from

His shoulders, this is Bedlam - mayhem, chaos

Competition cease and seckle already, they lost

Thinking they boss like the Triple C' CEO

Fuck them, they would be D.O.A ASAP, you see me, ho

Me, you, and D.O.G, that’s why the fuck they ducking me

Rude boy, now deal with the fuckery, we bucking G

The ghetto red hot, the youth and the care play

Pussy and lit up match shots now in the air

Motherfucker beware 'til I retire or expire

Cyanide in them, know that we are coming with more fire

[Hook: Serani]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Big belly man, big belly man man

Big belly man, I'm that big belly man

Big black benz, 20% tints

100 niggas on my team, 20% friends

After four or five lines you know this organized crime

Me still buying jewels, I got on more than last time

This not a past time, this a landslide

And I'm bringing more fire, better get your hands up

Get out my beamer, you know I like my trigga finger crew

Get with a boss and maybe you could get a beamer too

Burning down the strip from Texas to Kingston

As a dime stand in line just dying to squeeze in

Ross

[Hook: Serani]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Who want to test this? Titty 2 necklace

Money so tall she gotta count it in Giuseppe

Balling like the ESPY's

Drinking on that Texas

Sexting. texting, aggravated flexing

Did it for the money and the fame came with it

Connect from the island and the cane came with her

Rode through the block in a cherry colored drop

Jim Carrey, Mariah Carey, you get carried off

They got a stretcher with your name on

Shoot a nigga and I’ll dash like damon

Insane in the membrane

2 Chainz, but today I got on three chainz

[Hook: Serani]

No Competition lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Raekwon & Kobe)

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)

'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

'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)

'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

'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)

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

'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)

Don't Play With Me lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Pimp C)

[Pimp C:]

You know why I'm mad? Let me tell you why I'm mad

I'm mad because e'rybody on these records lyin

E'rybody lyin, everybody's this big D-boy

E'rybody's these hardco' gangstas

E'rybody gon' do this to each other when they see each other

And truth be told, we too blood

to be havin to much money in this rap game to be goin to war with each other

Don't nobody wanna fight nobody in this rap game

Cause 98% of these dudes is cowards

[Chorus - Pimp C:]

Bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't-bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't-bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't-bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't-bitch don't try to play with me, don't try to play with me

Bitch don't try to play with me, I ain't to be played with (with)

Cause I'm a trill nigga, I be on some made shit

I be on some boss shit, never with a peon

Any city that I be in (be in) or corner that I be on (that I be on)

They know my face up in the hood like Leon (Leon)

Comin down candy poppin trunk, showin neon (neon)

AC blowin cold with a fresh, load of freon (freon)

Back the fuck up, when I gets my O.G. on (G on)

Pussy niggaz pullin jacks and blame it on recession ('cession)

Talkin 'bout he feedin his family, that shit's depressin ('pressin)

Ridin on them 30's but his kids still stressin (stressin)

Somebody need to teach his ass a motherfuckin lesson (lesson)

G's start ridin (ridin) yo' ass start duckin (duckin)

You keep on playin hoe games and you're bound to get a fuckin (fuckin)

You actin like a bitch (bitch) and that just ain't the way to be (be)

Play with them other niggaz, bitch don't try to play with me

[Chorus]

Bitch don't try to play with me, I ain't with them games G

Always kept it pimpin, never played the game lamely

Got a G uniform, so you wanna claim G

Buy my fitted, put it on, it don't make us the same, see?

I'm cut from a different cloth, came from a different womb

I'ma live a different life, you're buried in a different tomb (tomb)

Playin a different tune (tune) you sing the same song

Barely got a bottom bitch, talkin 'bout yo' game's strong (strong)

You must be kidding me, boy you a comedian

with jokes, while these bitches get broke any town you see me in

That's the lane that we be in, always on the peak, stroll

Cause we cold, and we get this money nigga three-fold (fold)

Got that rap hustle (hustle) got that crack hustle (hustle)

Got that bitch sellin her pussy on the track hustle (hustle)

But you can't break a bitch (bitch) that ain't the way to be (be)

Play with them other niggaz, bitch don't try to play with me

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]

All my statements are MY statements, that's how I feel

You got some people already feel the same way that might not like how they feel

But that's how I feel

If you wanna get mad at me for the way I feel, then gon' get mad at ME

And a fight go with that, you feel me? [echoes]

Gladiator lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Truck Buck)

[Intro - Truck Buck - talking]

The spirit of Pimp is in here (yeah)

Truck Buck (uh huh), never give a fuck (yeah)

6300 Westside Port (haha)

Southwest Superman (already)

Yeah, Trill Gladiators (mayne)

Yeah huh, yeah, goons catch ya in the street (yeah)

Gladiators we come to your house like Pimp say (no shit)

Uh huh and guess what? (what?)

We ain't doin it for no money (what you doin it for nigga?)

Haha, we doin this for loyalty nigga

Tell them niggaz Bun

[Verse 1 - Bun B]

They thought it was over, they thought that I was done (I was done)

They said I wouldn't last, I'm the last one (last one)

I'm "Still Standing" like the Goodie to the Mo-B

In a black hoodie, it's the O.G., you know me (me)

Never bow to no feet or kiss no rings (rings)

Hold my own ground, never doin ho things (things)

Just to get accepted (accepted), just to be included ('cluded)

Nigga I am from the South, that ain't how we do it (do it)

True shit, you and your city must be on some new shit

Gettin on my last nerve, such a damn nuisance

Pussy niggaz on the rag, wearin Couture or Juicy

You don't like what I say, fuck ya nigga, that's my two cents

Opinions is like assholes and I don't like assholes

So stick your opinion in your ass ho (in your ass ho)

That's for whoever ain't me

You just hatin on a nigga that ya know ya can't be

[Chorus - Bun B]

I'm a, gladiator, greater than the rest

Bring who ever's won a battle, you'll never be the best

Got a chest made of metal, a jaw made of steel

When I put the hands of God on ya, tell me how it feels

I'm a, gladiator, hardest of the G's

Bring the biggest you can find, bet I drop him to his knees

I bring it to ya now, fuck bring it to ya later

And never take no shit up off a hater, 'cause I'm a gladiator

[Verse 2 - Bun B]

Now make way for the big man (man)

'Fore somebody catch a smack from the big hand (hand)

Rap-a-Lot is in the building and we in control ('trol)

"II Trill" comin through nigga, make a hole (make a hole)

And we ain't askin you but one time

Give a fuck if you pedestrian or the one time (time)

Nigga you can walk the gauntlet or the gun line

We can light the night sky up, like it's sunshine (shine)

'Cause I run mine (mine), this is native turf (turf)

And we'll squeeze and toss a nigga like he made of Nerf (made of Nerf)

He's playin games like it's Fisher Price (Price)

They gonna find your ass gutted with a fishing knife (fishing knife)

See now you gotta ask yourself a question

Is he really serious or was he just testin? (testin)

I hope your answer ain't the latter

'Cause I think you just made a mad motherfucker madder

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bun B]

And I don't want to be nobody but

Never dick ride or see me swingin on nobody nuts (nuts)

Real hood nigga (nigga), real street nigga (nigga)

That'll stand up on his own two feet nigga (nigga)

Never been a bitch, never had a plan to be (be)

And talkin down on other niggaz ain't the man in me (me)

A man walk it (walk it), exactly like he talk it

We can swing it or stalk it 'til somebody white chalk it

You don't want a problem pussy nigga (nigga), so don't bring us up

Actin like you niggaz hard or twistin your fingers up (up)

'Cause you be bluffin in the streets

I let the dogs out, then I let the hogs out, 'til it's nothin in the street

There is nothin industry or Hollywood about me (about me)

I'm no studio gangsta (gangsta) but if you want to doubt me (doubt me)

Then catch me on the corner (corner) and run up if you wanna (wanna)

To kill your pussy ass will be a motherfuckin honor, 'cause

[Chorus]

[Outro - Truck Buck - talking (Bun B)]

Yeah, yeah, ya hear me bitch ass niggaz?

Uh huh, any nigga talkin shit, we comin to see ya (gladiator)

Picnics, to ya house, barbecues, yeah

Anywhere, clubs, tell him who comin Bun (gladiator)

Eagles lyrics - Bun-B

Yeah, trill niggaz in this bitch, P.A. in this bitch

We gon' show these hoe ass niggaz how we get it in

How we do it down here, how we live

They hatin on us baby cause we too, we too fly baby

Too fly, we eagles down here mayne

You niggaz is doves so you get no love

They say they want the good (want the good) well I'm the better (I'm the better)

I'm grippin wood (grippin wood) my paint is wetter (paint is wetter)

I'm official, certified and then some

Most niggaz lose, all me I'ma win some (win some)

See I'm a gambler (gambler) I take a chance (chance)

Niggaz run up on me wrong I'ma make 'em dance (dance)

Nothin up my sleeves (sleeves) but somethin in my hands (hands)

that make you reconsider routes and have a change of plans (plans)

Money changin hands (hands) cars gettin swapped (swapped)

Loose lips sink ships and I ain't gettin popped (popped)

So if I don't say (say) and I don't show (show)

Then they won't hear (hear) and they won't know (know)

Keep it on the low (low) tuck it in the attic (attic)

Lock it in the basement (basement) cause you don't want the static (static)

My reply's automatic and it's automatic

And it's on my person playa right where I oughta have it

[Chorus:]

Blaow! How ya like me now? (How ya like me now?)

They all know I do it, they just don't know how (what?)

I'm fly like a eagle mayne (huh) like a eagle mayne

Fly like a eagle mayne (huh) like a eagle mayne

Bam! When that trunk goes slam (what?)

The hood go crazy and the trap go HAM (damn)

I'm fly like a eagle mayne (huh) like a eagle mayne

Fly like a eagle mayne (huh) like a eagle mayne

Hol' up, that trill shit is back, yes (yes)

First class with that front do' access ('cess)

Rich niggaz that'll take it to the mattress

Make you walk the plank (plank) go batten down your hatches (hatches)

It's all hands on deck (deck)

Full speed ahead when the man's on wreck (on wreck)

Bitch niggaz move around when we set sail (sail)

We don't see the white flag your best bet, bail (bail)

Cause we so damn ornery (ornery)

So when you see a king, go on honor me (honor me)

Bow down and pay homage

Or you finna feel the wrath, I promise

I'm as, good as the best (best) but bad as the worst (worst)

You livin in a bubble but that bitch finna burst (burst)

A thirst I can't quench (quench) the fever for the flavor (flavor)

I'll bring it to yo' house and yo' motherfuckin neighbors

Bitch!

[Chorus]

Trill ass nigga don't get me wrong, rep my city not just a song

Nuts real big and my dick hang long, thick real thick and it roll real strong

Talk that shit 'til we catch ya slippin, pull them K's and we pop that clip in

Lettin 'em go so you best start dippin, duckin and dodgin, I ain't bullshittin

Pussy ass nigga you gets no love, know you a lame wanna fuck with a thug

Just like that then ya ass get drug, just be glad you ain't gettin no slug

Got bad look when you roll them dices, get stabbed up or you catch them slices

All for the money we make our vices, and we get it for the low-low prices (man)

See me in a low-low swangin, trunk popped up and the fifth wheel hangin

Plate just scrapin, trunk just bangin, lookin for a lick tryin to hit me a sting and

Back to the crib where we chop that bread, and your bitch finna slop that head

Bake them cakes, duck them Feds, we don't back down, we buck instead ('stead)

The streets know Bun is a boss, been in the game and he paid the cost

Boilin the pasta, cookin the sauce, pinchin the pennies not takin a loss (loss)

The pistol or pot I'm a pro with, money I tango, I go get

Niggaz and bitches they know it, so don't make me pop it and show it

[Chorus]

Stop Playin' lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Redman, Royce Da 5'9")

{"I-I-I-I-Incredible"}

[cut-n-scratched repeatedly]

"Stop, playin"

[Bun B]

I'm the one man army Bun B (B) I've never been taken out (out)

I keep MC's breakin out (out)

I'm bringin real rap back and takin the fakin out

I'm clearin all the bullshit out the way to make a vacant route (route)

Okay, now let the real niggaz roll through (through)

That's goin for you new niggaz and the old too (too)

It was some bullshit then, and it's some bullshit now

So I'm just tryin to keep the bullshit down

They say the rap game (game) needs balance to keep it level (level)

Just like the EQ with the bass, mid and treble (treble)

And yeah that's true, but if you wanna point blame (blame)

Just be careful about the motherfuckin way you aim (aim)

You blame radio, internet and politics ('tics)

But see we all really know that's just a pile of shit (shit)

You're not playin cause your music ain't hittin (hittin)

The people don't like you, stop hatin, start quittin motherfucker

[Chorus: Bun B]

You sayin you're the man, that's the kid in you (kid in you)

Because we knowin what you did and what you didn't do (didn't do)

It's not the shit you say, it's the shit you not sayin (sayin)

You know better, show better, step it up and stop playin

{[scratched:] "Stop, playin"} Stop playin

{[scratched:] "Stop, playin"} Stop playin

[scratched:] "Stop, stop"

You know better, show better, step it up and stop playin

[Royce Da 5'9"]

Niggaz be lyin, talkin 'bout they bust a heater

Once I see 'em they be more like Justin Bieber

Leave it, my rivals' underground

Like Skyzoo's how I do, I'll have 'em layin on the ground

bleedin, butt-naked with a bullet

in his motherfuckin head like Erykah Badu

I find irony in bein in the place where

I'm wearin (Gucci Mane) gettin white-boy (WASTED)!

I tell a nigga break bread or take lead

I'm tryin to get rid of this weight, K-Fed

Me and Bun got a gangsta bond

We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the prom

I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not (Stan)

Flow like Niagara, that's why they go God (dam)

I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans

I'm God-like, when I'm prayin I should stand

[Chorus]

[Redman]

Yes sir, yo Bun B I got this

Yes sir, awwwwwww

No rapper can rap, quite like I can

I'll take your best-known rapper, and make him a fan

I'm the man homeboy, we run the block

I'll make you say "Go Reggie" and do the wop

Ha ha, and I'm Doc, the nigga to hate

And my flow and yo' swag, it don't relate

Cause I'm GRRREAT, jewels like Frosted Flakes

Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake

I hold weight, when the camera rollin

It's like golf how I got the (US Open)

Nigga I'm nice, I see you scopin

Think twice before you move that close in

That's my dosage, call me tomorrow

Look so fly when you call me a barber

E'rything I write, call me the author

Baby I'm back, sorry I lost ya

[Chorus]

Triller lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Kirko Bangz)

[Intro: Kirko Bangz]

Triller

Say ain't nobody triller

I'm a motherfuckin killer

Say ain't nobody triller

And you know it's for real

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord

For giving me another day so I can go hard

Never been fraud, always kept it true

Get dressed, hit the street try ta' see what it do

Cut a few corners, [?] a few dubs

Get 'em, jump back, trill niggas show love

Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind

Either get with me or get like me – that's on the grind

Candy paint shine as I flip through the city

Ridin' 84s, and them hoes look pretty

Had dirty money way before P Diddy

I'm just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the titty

Is ya with me?

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

I'mma put it down my nigga

Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga

Boys talking down on a nigga

But since day one I've been a killer

Mayne and ain't nobody triller

Say ain't nobody triller

I'm a motherfucking killer

H-Town in this bitch

And you know it's for real

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Riding drop top in the Fleetwood Lac

The sun is shining down on my astro [?]

I'm all about the cheese but I never been a wreck

Gotta keep it to yo self, what part of the game is that?

You see me rollin 4's on them foes, just flipping

Leaning on the leather through the Southside dipping

You know I got the gat up on my lap with the clip in

Cock back ready but these boys ain't tripping

Who run this bitch? Don't even bother

My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father

My father did his thing like a G

He passed it down to me

Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG

[Hook 2: Kirko Bangz]

I'mma put it down my nigga

Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga

Boys talking down on a nigga

But since day one I've been a killer

Mane and ain't nobody triller

Say ain't nobody triller

I'm a motherfucking killer

[?] in this bitch

And you know it's for real

[Verse 3: Bun B]

Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane

Sitting sidelines, want to quarterback the game

Back seat drivers get to talking too much

But not when I'm around, cause they know they get touched

It's the city called Clutch, and that's how we come through

Fake niggas runnin up? What the fuck they gon' do?

A trill nigga, no Hilfiger

Put it on yo ass, before when we still wheel nigga

New niggas in the game, get your share

Long as you ain't touching mine, bitch I really don't care

[?] in the air, twist yo fingers til it break

Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake

For the game

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

Off Top lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Max Frost)

This is the emergency broadcasting system

This is not a test; I repeat, this is not a test

All trill niggaz report to battle stations at once

If you a hoe ass nigga, if you a fake

If you a fraud, if you a phony, if you are not real

Please report for re-education at once

I repeat, please report for re-education at once

This is not a drill; repeat, this is not a drill!

There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from (from)

Can't buy your way up out that bitch from out the safe son (son)

Can't talk your way up out that hoe and try to ride through (through)

Or sneak your way around the shit and try to slide through (through)

Nowhere to hide at (hide at)

Cause they already know exactly where you side at (side at)

Ready to hit you where your pride at

So unless you is ready for combat then boy you better hide hat (hol' up)

Or watch his scalp split and slide back (man) they wanna leave a nigga sidetracked

Catch him on a side street (what) and leave his eye cracked (damn)

That's why we keep that Desert Eagle .45 packed (packed)

Cause I'll be damned if I don't make it home alive jack (jack)

You worry 'bout a nine-piece or a fo' way (way)

They headed to your dome way and no they don't play (play)

The enemy's amongst us (us)

But when he runs up man I'ma meet 'em with my gun's up

[Chorus - Max Frost (Bun B):]

(Off top!) Get in line to verify yo' information

We're gonna identify the truth and feel from the fake

The O.G. will show ya how it's done, to build a triller nation

Street indoctrination, betcha don't know yet you better get yo' education!

See mayne I came in the do' (do') and said this shit befo' (fo')

But it ain't nobody hear me so I say it once mo' (mo')

Keep your back against the wall (wall) or get it on the flo' (flo')

Them haters tryin to hit you with some real hardco' (co')

This is not a game, this is all-out war (war)

This is why we train (train) this is why we spar (spar)

So when the threat's domestic or from somewhere far (far)

Your nuts gotta be bigger than the rims on your car (on your car)

So here we are (here we are) and here we stand (here we stand)

Toe to toe (toe to toe) man to man (man to man)

Eye to eye (eye to eye) chest to chest (chest to chest)

You make a move then you better make it your best (make it your best)

Because the rest don't matter

Once I take it to the boss and break him off, then the rest gon' scatter

This time I'm bigger (bigger) better (better) badder (badder)

Run up on him, watch him empty out his bladder

[Chorus 2x]

Off top! [echoes]

Dippin' & Swervin' lyrics - Bun-B

[Intro]

Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

[Hook]

Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

[Verse]

I’m dippin through the city, fresh Jordans on my toe

Candy coupe DeVille, ridin Cadillac bro

I’m all up in yo hood, nigga checkin on my dough

Catch me with yo baby momma, checkin on yo ho

A pocket full of bread and I don’t mean pita

Leanin on this ditch bitch, hand on the heater

Your gal on my meter, she begging me to beat er

But I really don’t want it, damn sure don’t need er

She a fly mamasita with a big round bottom

They come a dime a dozen and I damn sure got em

Somebody should’ve told er that I’m all about the pay so

Get up off yo knees, I need the cheese, get the ya sold

[Hook x2]

Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

[Verse]

I’m dippin through the city, fresh fitted on my dome

Comin' down candy and I’m sittin on chrome

Eighty-Fo's crunkin' and they sqeaky like chrome

Make you bitch mouthwater and a nigga straight moan

Port Aurthur is the home, mane and Texas is the grill

The south is what I rep so you can get it how you live

A glass house dropper so they know just who it is

With diamonds on the wood cuz I’m handling my biz

I’m jumpin up the hood so they know just how I feel

It’s UGK for life but if I’m ridin for the trill

Real just blindin, we do it big time

And I’m grippin on the grip and I slap that shinin

[Hook x2]

Dippin and swerving in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

Dippin and swerving in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

[Verse]

I’m dippin through the city, fresh chain upon my neck

The hood niggas see me and I’m getting my respect

They understand that I ain’t playin with a fork yet

If you get up out of line then I’mma put yo ass in check

I’m certified partner, better know it when you see

They gonna recognize it when you're fuckin with a G

They put me in the cross, I’m sending flowers to your team

I’m finna cut some branches down up off your family tree

I’m underground king, that’s forever and a day

And I’mma lay a hater down that up in my way

If you can ask him then you can explain

Don’t fuck with that trill ass nigga from PA

[Hook x2]

Dippin and swerving in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

Dippin and swerving in my suburban

Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

On One lyrics - Bun-B (feat. Gator Main & Devin The Dude)

It's a Big E beat...

[Bun B:]

Baby your love is like a drug, I'm feeling like a fiend

And every time I get it, got me gone like I'm lean

Every time I hit it, it's like you been strode

And every time I'm with ya, I don't wanna let you go

See I don't think you know, how much you got me sprung

I'm walking round pacing, acting high strung

Try to go to sleep, but when I lay up in the bed

All I do is toss and turn, can't get you out my head

It won't give me peace, I can't rest

Waking up in deep sweats, shirt sticking to my chest

I feel it deep, up in my stomach

And no matter how I try, just can't run from it

It's like the itch, you can't scratch

Waiting on the chef, to come through with a fresh batch

I'm trying to keep it together

But I'm feeling like I need you forever, you got me on one

[Chorus:]

When I give you a call, you don't answer the phone

When I pass by your house, no you never at home

Doing everything I can, just to leave you alone but I'm gone

(everywhere I go man, I be looking for that hoe le'go)

I'm going crazy, and it just ain't fair

I'm in the streets looking for ya, everywhere

People stop and they stare, but I just don't care

(and everywhere I went man, I was looking for that there)

[Gator Main:]

Hey, ay why you never at home

Why you never answer, when I call you cellular phone

Who that lil' bitch at my front do', ay I'ma tell her you gone

How she know where I stay anyway, hey what the hell are you on

I'm in the 5-50, bumping my melony-the-on

With the yellow bone, watching my televis-i-on

And she in love with a nigga, but ay she just won't admit

Look here why you playing hard to get, ay why you won't just submit

When you in Kansas City, I'm the man in the city

All my fans in the city, say man god damn it she pretty

I'm a sucker for hookers, but don't be tricking no dollars

How bout we gather our chil'ren, off in a lil' country cottage

Come equipped with no mileage, plus my passenger blonde

Now we way down in Houston, with ambassador Bun

I'm a ace in the hole, your nigga a rabbit with guns

I'm the jack of all trades, and bitch he the master of none

[Chorus]

[Devin the Dude:]

I saw your friend the other day, she act like she knew something I didn't

Then she turned around, and started grinning

Like I was the butt of a joke, the last to know

Started to ask her where you were, she act like she had to go

So quick, birds of a feather I guess

I'm cold and sick, but nevertheless I'm aiight

Can't sleep at night, I turn and I toss

Call your cell phone, you turned that hoe off

So I pace the flo', I can't wait no mo'

I try to find ya, but you know I ain't gon' chase you though

Now I'm, going through some withdraws

And without you I gotta go, and settle for some beef flaws

And all I wanna do, is get another dose

I tried that other shit, but you got what I love the most I'll plug your hole

If you let me, but you got me feeling all lonesome

Yeah, I'm on one

[Chorus]

The Legendary DJ Screw lyrics - Bun-B (feat. ESG, C-Note, Lil' O, Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro & Big Hawk)

It's a Big E beat

This is dedicated, to the legendary DJ Screw...

[Bun B:]

Now once upon a time, not long ago

Where they come down candy, and live life slow

Where the 4's stay chromey, and they gripping on wood

And people all behave, like it's all to the good

Then came a young player, from the Southside streets

Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down beats

He jumped on the tables, made it do what it do

And so begins the legend, of DJ Screw

[scratching:]

This is dedicated, this is-this-this is deciated

This is dedicated to the legendary, D-D-D-DJ Screw

[E.S.G.:]

G'eah six the morning, fed's at my do'

Quarter mil on the flo', the city where everythang's slow

Yeah still bang Screw we love it mayn, I know he gone but nothing changed

H.A.W.K., P-A-T, M-O-E they all above us mayn

Down here we grind and hustle mayn, can't forget Chad Butler mayn

Still swang on 84's, a mirror glass like buzzer mayn

Grab that loot and duffle mayn, S.U.C. still in this thang

I know my dog gone, Robert Davis we gon' do it mayn

[C-Note:]

Hey I love this life, this is Screwed Up Click

Don't quote me dog, nigga screwed up quick

Still we blew up quick mayn, the fo's they stick

On 24's we sit, you know we holding bitch

I'ma do this here for Screw, for H.A.W.K. for Pat

Even though we pushing powder, but the trunk be crack

C-Note repping S.U.C., R.I.P. to Jimmy T

Nigga I'ma swang in the Lex, is how it's 'spose to be

[scratching]

[Trae:]

One of the realest to do this shit, Houston Texas Screwed Up Click

And the track Screw'll bring it back, no one better that you could get

For my nigga Robert Davis, ch-chop it up screw my shit

Now the true representation, making sure the world knew this shit

Everytime you think of double cups, or swingers peeking out the fo's

Freestyling off top the dome, our grills covered in ice and gold

Better salute the general, point blank no subliminal

Tell em we Screwed Up Click, we go fed like a criminal

[Lil' O:]

Here's a lil' story, bout a nigga like me

Fat Rat with the Cheese, nigga S.U.C.

Southwest H-Town, all of that's me

If a hoe was cottonmouth, I wouldn't give the bitch pee

I'm so screwed up, niggaz say I talk slow

I say I listen fast, when you niggaz talk though

And naw I can't touch it, if the shit is not dro

If the drank is not purple, and the bitch is not whoa

[scratching]

[Z-Ro:]

All blue Regals, screw blue Impala

Helping everybody, that's what he use to do with his dollas

No collars, just t-shirts and Dickies

Even though he had a lot to do, he never was too busy to come and get me

I'm really Screwed Up Click, Robert Earl Davis put me in

Not a friend of a friend, of a friend of a friend

I can see him spinning records, in heaven in all white

Like he use to do on 22, 34 all night

[H.A.W.K.:]

Niggaz out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick

Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with

Five star general of the S.U.C., want my click gotta go through me

Go through Ke and Mike D, then you gotta go through Big Pokey

Who a nigga know as hard as me, who a nigga know as smart as me

Niggaz wanna know how hard is he, I'm hard as the boss on Raven's D

Bet your ass in like a rod and reel, hardest nigga out there with no deal

Flying through niggaz like a snow mobile, and I make beats that the real can feel

[scratching]

Bye! lyrics - Bun-B

Breaker breaker one-nine, runnin from the one-time

They on my ass, they don't like the way I done mine

While I do mine, I'm on a true grind

They was bound to hate a nigga like me and do time

A real nigga, a trill nigga

A "down to get down, don't make me have to kill" nigga

Cause I will nigga, on the real nigga

Hit you in ya back from waist down you won't feel nigga

When that banana clip peel nigga

It drop tall, short, big and lil' niggaz

Then it drop house niggaz and field niggaz

So you better watch your back, we on your hill nigga

So you best be on your toe nigga

We layin down real niggaz and hoe niggaz

Layin down his niggaz and yo' niggaz

Them niggaz, those niggaz, anything goes niggaz

Catch you at the studio or at the show nigga

Comin out the barbershop or jewelry sto' nigga

At the Chevron or at the Texaco nigga

Wit'cha main bitch, or wit'cha side hoe nigga

Waitin at the front, back and side do' nigga

Soon as we see ya you know we lettin go nigga

And we don't care about the set you throw nigga

Or the hood you represent, what fo' nigga?

You got fo' niggaz? You need mo' niggaz

So bring a friend, maybe ten, even though nigga

And even then nigga, you can't win nigga

Not when you tryin to fuck with B-U-N nigga

I got them fresh up out the pen' niggaz

who don't give a fuck about goin back in nigga

And you don't wanna know where they been nigga

And you don't wanna go where they send niggaz

Cause whenever they begin nigga

They ain't stoppin 'til your heartbeat end nigga

So ain't no need to pretend nigga

Like we cool, you ain't my motherfuckin friend nigga

You way down with me, you're my men nigga

So we can get it poppin, just say when nigga

I come around the bend and straight bend niggaz

Take your blood in the mud and make it blend nigga

Now watch the chopper slug spin niggaz

Like Michael Joe Jackson singin "Ben" nigga

And when I check you on your chin nigga

It's R.I.P. for you just like him nigga

Reppin P.A.T. live from Houston nigga

And we don't give a fuck, we gets it in nigga

Cause we off niggaz, then we in niggaz

Like Frankie "Man Down Code 10" nigga

Blowin stanky puttin 'dro up in the wind nigga

Pass the cup, I'm 'bout to po' me up some Henn' nigga

Pimp has slept the same way, I pimp the pen nigga

And God only made one, it's no twin nigga

The closest thing to me was my brother nigga

And after me, there will never be another nigga

Not a tighter nigga, or a tougher nigga

Or a righter nigga, or a rougher nigga

That'll leave a chicken-hearted nigga smothered nigga

And if you didn't know then you finna discover nigga

While we make these pussy niggaz run for cover nigga

They screamin for they daddy and they fuckin mother nigga

Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff[?] a nigga

This Rap-A-Lot, the mob ain't tryin to cuff a nigga

They even sendin undercover niggaz

That's why you gettin stuffed up in the duffle nigga

So spy all you wanna spy nigga

And keep on tryin all the fuck you wanna try nigga

Not me and my niggaz, you know why nigga?

This UGK for life until we die nigga

That's true stories, no lie nigga

Bet yo' ass you can put that on P-I nigga

We gon' ride for H-Town like G.I. nigga

And got no love for a motherfuckin C.I. nigga

Naw, you ain't gettin in, is you high nigga?

We been keepin game, you ain't sly nigga

My pistol never jam like it's Guy nigga

And it's known to make a nigga's momma cry nigga

Trill niggaz known to make the slugs fly nigga

Them bullets droppin like it's rain from the sky nigga

And when it's over ain't no need in askin why nigga

You gettin no reply nigga, bye nigga!

Bun-B other songs:

 

Hesitate lyrics - Bun B & Cory Mo (feat. Talib Kweli, David Banner & Tobe Nwigwe)

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin'

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

(Cory Mo)

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin'

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

Lately I've been puttin' my life into perspective

Reflective of my past, bein' retrospective

Lookin' at the good and the bad, then my early days

Wonderin' if I still got a path to the pearly gates

Life wasn't always the way that it is today

You can take me there, I'm losin' my life just to pray

But nowadays, I'm more conscious of my ways

And all it takes is me wakin' up to give Him praise

Came a long way from who I was and what I did once

All I used to care about was sippin' drink and big blunts

But now I got a family and they countin' on me

To give 'em what they need I climb the highest mountain, homie

So every day I'm workin' on the enemy

To find the best way that I could balance all my energy

Nobody's perfect, no matter what it look like on the surface

Just hopin' I get closer to my purpose, say amen

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin'

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things, yeah)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (Yeah)

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin' (Turn me up a lil' bit)

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

I'm on a course switchin' over to God, I got the devil waitin'

I'm outlastin' 'em, outcast and I'm elevatin'

Keymaster lookin' for keepers of heaven's gate

He faster to beat, them others hesitate

Here's the situation, all them snitchers be sayin' some things

Actin' like a bro ain't playin', Mama wanna sing

Just because I'm from the 'hood don't mean I gotta bang

Our neighborhood affiliated, the police a gang

They say my name but say it sore like under they breath

We mutilated like people livin' under the steps

We stayin' pressed, there'll be none of us left

The fool death, it got 'em thirsty for blood, hunger for death

They give us scratch from the feast, we actin' like we amazed

Street blacks like beasts, they lock us right in a cage

Every day I fight for freedom 'cause it's not just a phase

I'm not just slayin', people don't get to tell me how to behave, nah

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin'

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin' (Yeah, yeah)

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

I'm like Nelly with' a visa, you only show me off at nighttime

Fight time is what it is 'cause I hit killer kids

What y'all want? Pray with' 'em and stay with' 'em

Build back up to slay, quarters to stay with' 'em, yeah

Wantin' to slay 'em in the name of the promise?

They come knockin' at my door, watch 'em runnin' 'em off

We were fine before they put hell in our mind

And died seven times and found we could travel through time

Through my ancestors, no more, no less

Ain't no tide on no feed dot, wanna be free, yeah

But y'all pimpin' religion, pushin' division, cool (Yeah)

I want my family back, forty, you can take a mule (Yeah)

I'ma keep it too, bustin' back in tune (In tune)

Call me Makmu, I do Ryu (Yeah)

Hear a Mississippi shooter, y'all don't get it, though (Though)

Y'all talkin' God, do you really live it, though? (Live it, though)

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin'

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things (On some things)

I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

I spoke to Yahweh, I've been meditatin'

He told me that heaven's waitin', I told Him I'm hesitatin' on some things

This World lyrics - Bun B & Cory Mo (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Trae Tha Truth & Raheem DeVaughn)

[Intro:]

Cory Mo

Zaytoven

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

I've seen joy and pain in this world (This world)

I'm just tryin' to remain in this world (This world)

I even pray to God for change in this world

I've seen some troubling times in this world

'Cause my Black life matters in this world (This world, this world, this world)

'Til we're equal in this world

Power to the people in this world (This world, this world)

[Bun B:]

Been walking down the wicked streets of America, who'd have thought

That the fight for basic civil rights was still left to be fought

Even after we lost Huey, Hampton, Martin, and Malcolm

To racist elite power structures whiter than talcum?

See, they've been treatin' my people like they ain't equal

Since the slave ships and now we livin' in a sequel

Talkin' 'bout 'em lynchin' us, burnin' us and killin' us

For 400 years, and man, they still ain't feelin' us!

Systemic racism, economic and judicial

Plus killer cops attacking us daily, pulling their pistol

So now mayne it's official, we've got to take a stand

Every time they kill a Black woman or a Black man

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

I've seen joy and pain in this world (This world)

I'm just tryin' to remain in this world (This world)

I even pray to God for change in this world

I've seen some troubling times in this world

'Cause my Black life matters in this world (This world, this world, this world)

'Til we're equal in this world

Power to the people in this world (This world, this world)

[Big K.R.I.T:]

The blacker the berry, the more weight to carry on these shoulders of ours

While the candles burn dimly on corners, as we mourn the slain with bouquets of flowers

As the killers go free, no matter the footage we see and vivid the pictures

I just pray for the mothers and fathers that bury their babies, find comfort in scriptures

And destroy the fiends and killers

We more kings and queens then niggas

Ain't no tweets or memes can heal us

Only we can protect the village and bless the children with knowledge and truth

Strengthen the roots, the struggle is proof, the cutting the noose

The living the life, the power to fight, to the power to be

They point and they shoot

And the cameras gon point at the looters like we ain't been peacefully protesting

Like we ain't been tired of seeing people dying and they ain't get no justice

Like a building on fire is worth way more than lives and a family that's crying feel hopelessness

Cause the system is built off racism we knowing

And that system been broken

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

I've seen joy and pain in this world (This world)

I'm just tryin' to remain in this world (This world)

I even pray to God for change in this world

I've seen some troubling times in this world

'Cause my Black life matters in this world (This world, this world, this world)

'Til we're equal in this world

Power to the people in this world (This world, this world)

[Trae Tha Truth:]

I done seen too much through the times

Crazy days going through my mind

Same color, same skin folk

Murdered till they [?] my kind

What about Breonna Taylor?

Killed in her home, no one to save her

From the same people that's supposed to protect us

They let them walk free like it ain't nothing major

Cold world, big Floyd shook the whole globe up

Front line, be damned if I fold up

This pressure season can't hold up

They know it's real when I roll up

I'll take this fight, any day, any time

All this anger that I got on my mind

Endangered species, ain't nothing here fine

No open racists like we out here blind

Say they name, say they name

All these days I'm sick of pain

Can't find a light, I'm sick of rain

Until this is right, I'm gon complain

It's hard but I've got to make it better

Even with the odds against me, it's whatever

Go hard, it ain't nothing I would rather

This us, we gon do this shit together

"Trill O.G." (2010)

Chuuch!!! Lyrics – Bun-B (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 army is behind ya
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

Chuuch

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 or 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'm a hit it on the head with a hammer
Reppin 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 march, set, ready, go

[Chorus:]
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

Yeah
We back baby and better then we ever was
It's UGK 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
We in to wreak
So ask Tip, ask Hova, 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'm a hit it in the chest with the nina
Reppin H-Town like James Prince Senior
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
Bro well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go

[Chorus:]
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

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 no where so get used to it
Go ask Trey, ask Paul Wall, ask Roll
Go ask Coppa, 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'm a hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee
Reppin PAT like a young Pimp C
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
Bro well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go

[Chorus: x2]
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

Trillionaire Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. T-Pain)

[Intro - T-Pain]
I know they hatin on me, 'cause I'm the man ('cause I'm the man)
I'm too trill homie (trill homie), I don't give a damn (I don't give a damn)
I'm a self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)
I'm a self made (I'm a self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)

From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggaz don't stop, man I'm goin harder
Self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)
I'm a self made (I'm a self made), trillionaaaaaire

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Okay, let's get this shit crackalatin ('latin), no more procrastinatin ('natin)
They told me Bun don't hesitate, don't keep these bastards waitin (waitin)
I'm puttin egos at check and I'm so emasculatin ('latin)
People stop to stare and say "damn this nigga's fascinatin" ('natin)
We blowin 'dro up in the air, you smell it? That's the fragrance (fragrance)
I got the focus, got the heart and I got the patience (patience)
You hatin bitch, get off my dick, look like you on some gay shit (gay shit)
I'm tryin to take this to the mountain top, Appalachian ('lachian)
But it's a rocky road (road) and I'm still movin up
And ain't no movin us, so keep it pushin, get to movin bro (for real)
You might be new to me but you know I ain't new to ya
Go ask the white boys, they say he's totally tubular (dude)
Fuckin bad bitches, rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the streets, it's like a fuckin movie bro (damn)
You know what I do to ya, send gladiators through to ya
They gon' leave ya chopped up, like they was DJ Screwin ya, hold up

[Chorus 1 - T-Pain]
Yeah, I know they hatin on me (on me), 'cause I'm the man ('cause I'm the man)
I'm too trill homie (trill homie), I don't give a damn (I don't give a damn)
I'm a self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)
I'm a self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)

From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggaz don't stop, man I'm goin harder
Self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)
I'm a self made (self made), trillionaaaaire

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Okay, let's get this shit poppin off (off), from the go know I'm a boss (boss)
I don't fuck with lames and do my dirt nigga without a loss (loss)
I keep it pimpin, fly ass hoes come in and out the loft (loft)
When you get fettuccine, you don't need a lot of sauce (sauce)
I gets my Gucci on, my baby likes a lot of Prada (Prada)
She go and shop until she drop, she know Don Dada got her (got her)
But she not shotgun in the slab, oh no I got a shotter (shotter)
He keep that shotgun in the slab and roll without a nada (nada)
He keep his eyes wide open, he's a hater spotter (spotter)
And when they roll up on me wrong, then he's a hater dropper (dropper)
And he don't mess around when niggaz try to play Big Papa (Papa)
He keep it gangsta nigga, he go gone and sprayed the chopper (chopper)
'Cause I don't roll with fake people and I never will (will)
I represents the G code, to the lead steel (steel)
Don't make me have to draw down, when that Beretta peel (peel)
Then you gon' understand that Bun B is forever trill, hold up

[Chorus 2 - T-Pain]
Yeah, I know they hatin on me (on me), 'cause I'm the man ('cause I'm the man)
I'm too trill homie (trill homie), I don't give a damn (I don't give a damn)
I'm a self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)
I'm a self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)

From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggaz don't stop, man I'm goin harder
Self made (self made), trillionaire (trillionaire)
I'm a self made (self made), girl, do you swear to keep in gangsta?

[Verse 3 - Bun B (T-Pain)]
Gangsta than a motherfucker, trill until I D-I-E, fuck these other suckers
(What's your message to the fakers?)
They throwin rocks and hidin hands
It don't really matter, this the dirty South, we ridin man
(How long you been up on that trill shit?)
Since the day they made me and from a baby
Until today they never played me
(Well, throw your hands up)
From P.A.T. to your town, ain't no need to slow down
Baby boy, it's about to go down

[Chorus 1]

Just Like That Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Young Jeezy)

[INTRO]
Hahaha Just like that (yeah real shit nigga yea)
Jizzle H-town Bun (wassup) you had ta go fuck wit ya homie right (you know it jeezy)

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimme my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in glass pots yea we solos

Just like that you know we bout that
Just like that you know we bout that
I said we bout that Yeah u know we bout that

[Bun B]
Say man I'm cleaner than a wistle nigga shaper than a sickle
My cadalliac is candy and my desert eagle nickle
Plated niggas hate it theres nothin they can say though when I hit em with the pressure they leakin out the play dough from way back in the day yo they know I put it down pocket full of stones got ya sewing up the town been at it since the 90's in the ghetto with them pounds and them bricks hittin licks and fillen heaters with them rounds paid the cost to be the boss I can show ya the reciept fo it Trillest in the game every nigga in the streets know it Bun B and Jizzle back in business cause the sign on thats what the fuck we got our mind on so grind on

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimme my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in class yea we solos

Just like that you know we bout that
Just like that you know we bout that
I said we bout that Yeah u know we bout that

[Jeezy]
Sometimes I ask myself say jizzle how ya do it yea we know ya be about tha money yer persuin persue that paper like them yellow bricks from h town just take off the yellow tape now ya sellin h towns watch the beat break down long way from break town on my way to A town long way from h town bitch I'm bout that bitch you know I'm bout that they say he bout that swear I really doubt that you know I live love dis thug shit did some with kanye still talken drug shit even though its drug shit I'm still maken club shit bitch ya know I'm bout that and them bitches love this

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimme my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in glass pots yea we solos

Just like that you know we bout that
Just like that you know we bout that
I said we bout that Yeah u know we bout that

[Bun B]
Thats right my mind is on my money and my fingers on a fat knot eyes is wide open and my ears is ta the black top came up in the trap spot posted with that crack rock from the streets to the studio now I got this rap locked back then they didn't want me but now they all up on me big lips they fall up on me dime bitches crawl up on me ya I used ta call ya homie now we just aquaintences you broke the g code nigga you need gangsta maintenence step ya game up matter fact get a escalader somebody call the swag police to come arrest this hater butter block or rari's and porsches with the double doors Jeezy UGK we hit ya with a double dose

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimi my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in glass pots yea we solos

Just like that you know we bout that
Just like that you know we bout that
I said we bout that Yeah u know we bout that

Put It Down Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Drake)

[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 just 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 I'm 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 keep 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 friend 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 should 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
You know how I put it down, put it down.

Right Now Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Pimp C, 2Pac, Trey Songz)

[Pimp C]
UHH, she got the whole, world, in her jaws
when she feel it tighten up, don't stop and don't pause
I got the whole, game, in my head
Don't fuck for recreation but I'm good in the bed (good in the bed)
Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!)
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!)
But I don't wanna 'less she goin out on the grind
Check-in with the choosin fee and I'ma knock her from be-hiiiind (knock her from be-hiiiind)
I make a bitch bleed to black
wit a certified knot and a platinum cock
The pimpin didn't stop, even when the bids died
We just kept on gettin high, puttin dick up in they eye
Dick up in they ears (ears), dick up in they nose (nose)
Ass, pussy, mouth, I'm fin' ta fuck in every hole (hole)
Put it between they titties and between they toes
That's how a gushy gush out when ya bitch get chose

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You know, and I know, we need to geeeeeet riiiiiiight
I'ma call you, and i'm comin through after miiiiiid-niiiiight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or sloooooow dooooown
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to goooooo dooooown right now

[2Pac]
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece until I cum, no one can stop me
My bump and grind'll do ya everytime
Come get a blast of this thug passion that'll blow your mind - hey!
Throw up yo' legs, wrap them shits around my back
It's a Westside thang fuckin hoes around the map
Walkin down 125 while I'm peepin down hotties
and they, seduce my jimmy, out and screamin, "Gimme body!"
Make 'em all scream my name out, gimme my props
And don't cha, love how this THUG nigga, be at the cot
I'm at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin caramel bitches play
Get with real niggaz, bullshit'll never get you paid
This is the DREAM of a young black teen
I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c'mon!

[Chorus w/ Songz ad-lib]

[Bun B]
Look here shawty, lemme tell you what the game is (game is)
And while I'm at it, lemme tell you what my name is (What?)
Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls
When I pull out my piece, it make the girls all pause
Y'allz, niggaz, better recognize
when ya bitch choose me, shouldn't come as a surprise (nope)
Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yep)
And I'ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs
God-damn~! That's what you call a home-run
I knock it out the park when I give her a long one (a long one)
It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady
First I'ma, give it some bacon and beat up the belly
When the sheets start shippin and the bed starts rockin
and the headboard's bangin, playa don't come knockin
It's a grown folks party, we don't need no kids
and I ain't tryna blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit!

[Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs]

[Trey Songz - Outro]
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
S-O, N-G, Z
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
S-O, N-G, Z

Countin' Money Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane)

[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
Rubberbands, 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
Just know I'm wit' my paper, so I got 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

[Chorus]

Speakeasy Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Twista & Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis)

[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

[Outro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

Lights, Cameras, Action Lyrics – Bun-B

[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]
[Crowd chants "Bun B!" into next song]

I Git Down 4 Mine Lyrics – Bun-B

[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)

[Chorus]