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!
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
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