(feat. Z-Ro, J. Prince)
[J. Prince]

awww yeah..what's up pimp I feel ya prescence right now

yo bun. you know many are called but few are chosen

you the chosen one my nigga the future president congratulations

by the way I need you to send a trill message to some

and a subliminal message to others about this throwin' rocks and

then hidin' ya hand bitch. please let em know we gon give them what

they ask for



[Bun B]

mayne I'm too hard for all you soft niggas

too real for most of you lames

too raw to be in this rap shit and the streets is the same

too throwed off in this game too true to my hood

I'm too down to get down so lets get it understood

too bad to be good too golden not glisten

too focused for fuck boys to fuck off my mission

too smart not to listen when g's pull my coat

bout them white folks that's listenin and watchin' my boat

that's real shit you can quote I'm too gangsta too street

so don't run up too fast cuz I'm too strapped with that heat

I'm too dirty to be me too gorilla to be monkey

too fly to stay grounded too fresh to be funky

too many licks for junkies, too much work for flippers

too much dro for smokers, too much amp for dippers

no need for you to trip cuz we bring to much drama

got too many killas put that on my mamma

I'm too trill



[Z-Ro - Hook]

Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real

all about my dolla bills and even if I tried

I could never fall off too much money on my mind

IiiiiI'm too trill too, too, too, real

hard as penetentiary steel it's simple and plain

If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know what to do with the game



[Bun B]

and I'm too serious for this play playin' it's too much bread to make

for me too fuck of my time with these cats that's too fake

I done seen too many wakes, sent too many to them

yo homeboy can get it I'm to ready to do him

too many guns I can pull, too many slugs I can bust

leave yo brain matter, bone fragments, and dick up in the dust

too many niggas I done crushed to let yo bitch ass come try me

that smart game got gun play youll be screamin' why me

too close don't get by me, you too prone to tell

bout these bodies we catchin', this dope that we sell

you too weak ,mayne too frail, too light up in yo britches

you too much dick ridin' manye you worse than these bitches

too many snitches that you breakin' bread wit

you too close to police ,boy you on some fed shit

so you can go head with that sale, we wont' buy

I'm too smart for all that dumb shit you know but boys try



[Hook]



[Bun B]

and I'm too sick of all this sweet shit cuz I'm seein' too much smilin'

too much punk ass posin' too much punk ass profilin'

too many niggas be frontin' like they got the town on lock

with too much money in the bank and too many hoes is on they jock

but you smoke too many of them rocks that you claimin' you done sold

I done been out on them blocks and you ain't got too much control

man you workers ain't that cold, they some hoes more or lesser

and they too ready to fold cuz they can't take too much pressure

do we mash on them? yes sir they in violation go get em

It won't be too long befo we mop up the flo with em

It's rap-a-lot for life we done been here too long

to let these hata's bring us down we too right they too wrong

I'm too black and too strong to go out like a punk

too ready for the ruckus too close too my trunk

we can pop or we can jump we can blast or we can go

from the shoulders bitch I tried to told you but if you ain't kno

I'm II Trill