[Bun B]
Bone hard ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%z 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, mother$#&@ers I warn ya

Too many ^!$$%z tried to get these fiends
You brothers better cut some $#&@in [?] on this scene
Cause cluckers don't go for small dope

You fin' to lose when dopefiends cut ya $#&@in throat
You see my %#@! is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that (*##$ 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 $$#
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 %#@! 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 $$# ^!$$%!


(Trill $$# ^!$$%! Trill trill $$# ^!$$%!)
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[Bun B]
You claim you got much dope, and you got much backup

But you ain't got JACK !#@( to make this ^!$$% slack up
So if you wanna buck buck up (*##$ and let me black that eye
Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye

Now if you're down act like it (*##$
Step in that grass, I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' (*##$ $$#
And buffin ain't a good $$# plan

You get smacked the $#&@ up, now unball them $#&@in hands
You see you need to be true to yourself
Cause if you'll front, your $$#'ll be on my shelf

And trill $$# ^!$$%z they love to blast
But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' mother$#&@in $$#
And you ain't never been %#@! to your hood

Your $$# shoulda listened when I told you "Something Good"
But right about now I ain't sayin a damn thang
If you wanna do it then step your $$# 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 $$# ho

^!$$% by ^!$$% out the window, you better watch that glass ho
Stepped to Bun B, and you thought I was a punk
Now you (*##$-asses half dead in my trunk

You fronted big man and then went out like a ho
^!$$% kiss that mother$#&@in flo', cause I'm a trill $$# ^!$$%


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[Bun B]

I'm just a trill $$# ^!$$% walkin down the street
It's Bun B (*##$, the ^!$$% you and your girlfriends wanna meet
My nuts hang to the road

So buck up and get $#&@ed up by the Big Tyme motherload
You better watch that $$# when you roll
Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the $#&@in toll

And we ain't hearin that ying-yang
You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' $$# get slanged
Yeah Bun B'll talk %#@!

But if you think I can't back it up ^!$$%z, try and make a $#&@in hit
Pimp C'll slam you to the peel
You're layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his $#&@in 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 $$# up
before we make you ^!$$%z %#@! in your drawers
The life of the trill ^!$$%z ain't no joke

Cause we down to go for mother$#&@in broke
So watch out for the ^!$$%z 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 %#@! on my toes

And I'ma keep on doin it Clyde
The cocaine's in the back of the ride of a trill $$# ^!$$%

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