[Bun B]

Bone hard nigga, hoes be runnin from the scene

Cause I'm out to demean, count the green

and throw that jim in the in-between

Now Bun B moves slick

Cause I tell all the niggaz to get they gats

and tell the hoes to get this dick

Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block

They scopin the corner, motherfuckers I warn ya

Too many niggaz tried to get these fiends

You brothers better cut some fuckin [?] on this scene

Cause cluckers don't go for small dope

You fin' to lose when dopefiends cut ya fuckin throat

You see my shit is legit, so it's on

Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that bitch to get gone

Because my face don't need to be on the street

See I put out my dope, get my cash, then I'm tearin ass

I'm in and out quick as day

Might drop a hundred or two, but I won't miss it anyway

Because as long as the majority of shit gets fat

I'm cool to give myself a little slack

See I've been doin this too damn long

to short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs

I got a thirty-five square block cut

Down to take your money, dope, your hoe and your nut

Big dope big rhymes big dick big attitude

Man I'm down with Big Tyme, and I'm a trill ass nigga!



(Trill ass nigga!  Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga!  Trill trill ass nigga!)



[Bun B]

You claim you got much dope, and you got much backup

But you ain't got JACK SHIT to make this nigga slack up

So if you wanna buck buck up bitch and let me black that eye

Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye

Now if you're down act like it bitch

Step in that grass, I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' bitch ass

And buffin ain't a good ass plan

You get smacked the fuck up, now unball them fuckin hands

You see you need to be true to yourself

Cause if you'll front, your ass'll be on my shelf

And trill ass niggaz they love to blast

But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' motherfuckin ass

And you ain't never been shit to your hood

Your ass shoulda listened when I told you "Something Good"

But right about now I ain't sayin a damn thang

If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring

And bring on your boys, I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one

Hands flyin like bullets from a gun

I'm steady whoopin that ass ho

Nigga by nigga out the window, you better watch that glass ho

Stepped to Bun B, and you thought I was a punk

Now you bitch-asses half dead in my trunk

You fronted big man and then went out like a ho

Nigga kiss that motherfuckin flo', cause I'm a trill ass nigga



(Trill ass nigga!  Trill trill ass nigga!)

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[Bun B]

I'm just a trill ass nigga walkin down the street

It's Bun B bitch, the nigga you and your girlfriends wanna meet

My nuts hang to the road

So buck up and get fucked up by the Big Tyme motherload

You better watch that ass when you roll

Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the fuckin toll

And we ain't hearin that ying-yang

You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged

Yeah Bun B'll talk shit

But if you think I can't back it up niggaz, try and make a fuckin hit

Pimp C'll slam you to the peel

You're layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his fuckin reel

The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon

And we down to let the gat go boom

So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up

before we make you niggaz shit in your drawers

The life of the trill niggaz ain't no joke

Cause we down to go for motherfuckin broke

So watch out for the niggaz in the khakis

The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don't jack G

Because the dicks hang low, to any two-bit ho

And I'm about to get some shit on my toes

And I'ma keep on doin it Clyde

The cocaine's in the back of the ride of a trill ass nigga



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(Trill ass nigga!  Trill trill ass nigga! .. [fades])