Bun B Album

OOOO YEA
WUTZ UP PIMP
I FEEL UR PRESENT RIGHT NOW
YO BUN, U KNOW MANY WERE CALLED &
FEW WERE CHO0SEN
U DA CHOOSEN 1 MA NIGGA
DA FUTURE PRESIDENT
CONGRADULATIONS
BY THE WAY I NEED U TO SEND A TRILL MSG TO SUM
ND A SUBLIMALNAL ONE TO OTHER
ABOUT THIS THROWIN ROCKS
ND BEING BEHIND UR HEAD BIZNES
PLEASE LET THEM KNO
THAT WE GON GIVE THEM WHAY THEY ASK FOR

(BUN B)
MAYNE IM TO HARD FOR ALL OF U SOFT NIGGAS
TO REAL FOR MOST OF YOU LAMES
TO HARD TO BE IN THIS RAP SHIT IN DA STREETS ITS DA SAME
TO THROWED UP IN THIS GAME
TO TRUE TO MY HOOD
IM TO DOWN TO GET DOWN
SO LETS GET IT UNDERSTOOD
TO BAD TO BE GOOD
TO GOLDEN NOT TO GLISTZEN
TO FOCUSED FOR FOOTBOYZ TO FUCK OFF MY MISSION
TO SMART NOT TO LISTEN
WHEN G'Z PULL MY GOAL
BOUT DEM WHITE FOLKS THATZ LISTING
AND WATCHING MY MOVE
THERES REAL SHIT U CAN QUOTE
IM TO GANSTA, TO STREET
SO DON'T RUN UP TO FAST
CAUSE IM TO STRAPED WIT DAT HEAT
IM TO DIRTY TO BE NEAT
TO GORILLA TO BE MONKEY
TO FLY TO STAY GROUNDED
TO FRESH TO BE FUNKY
2MANY LICKS FOR JUNKIES
TO MUCH WORK FOR FLIPPERS
TO MUCH DRO FOR SMOKING
TO MUCH APPHADEMPHAS
NO NEED FOR U TO TRIP
CAUSE WE BRING TO MUCH DRAMA
GOT TO MANY KILLAS
PUT DAT ON MA MAMA
TO TRILL!!

(ZERO)
IIIIIIIIIIII IM
TO TRILL TO TO TO TRILL
ALL ABOUT MA DOLLA BILLS
ND EVEN IF I TRIED
I CAN NEVER FALL OFF
TO MUCH MONEY ON MY MIND
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IM
TRILL TO TOO TOO TRILL
ALL THIS PENITENTRI SKILLS
ITS SIMPLE ND PLAIN
IF I RETIRE U YOUNGINS
WOULD KNO WUT TO DO WIT DA GAME

(BUN B)
MAN IM TO SERIOUS FOR DIS PLAY PLAYAZ
TO MUCH BREAD TO MAKE
FOR ME TO FUCK ALL MY TIME
ON THESE CATZ DATZ TO FAKE
THEY SAY TO MANY WAYZ
ND TOO MANY TO EM
UR HOMEBOY CANT GET IT
IM TOO READY TO DO IT TO EM
TO MANY GUN OUT HERE GET PULLED
TO MANY SLUGDES OUT HERE GET BUST
LEAVE UR BRAIN MATTER BONE FRAGMENTS
ND DICK UP IN DA DUST
TO MANY NIGGAS HAVE BEEN CRUSHED
TO LET UR BITCH ASS COME TRY ME!
GOT SMART GAME GOT GUN PLAY
U BE SCREAMING WAMMY!!
TO CLOSE DON'T GET BY ME
UR TO PRONE TO TELL
BOUT THESE BODIES WE CATCHIN
DIS DOPE DAT WE SELL
UR TO WEAK MAN TO FRAIL
TO LIGHT UP IN UR BRITCHES
U TO MUCH DICK RIDE'N
MAN U WORST DEN THIS BITCHES
KNO TO MANY SNITHCES
DAT U BREAK'N BREAD WIT
YOU TO CLOSE TO POLICE
FOR U WANT SUM BAD SHIT
SO U CAN GO HEAD WIT
DAT SELL WE WONT BUY
IM TO SMART FOR ALL DAT DUMB SHIT
U NUMBER BOYZ TRY ME
IM TO TRILL

(ZERO)

IIIIIIIIIIIII IM
TO TRILL TO TO TO TRILL
ALL ABOUT MA DOLLA BILLS
ND EVEN IF I TRIED
I CAN NEVER FALL OFF
TO MUCH MONEY ON MY MIND
IIIIIIIIIIIMMMMM
TO TRILL TO TOO TOO TRILL
ALL THIS PENITENTRI SKILLZ
ITS SIMPLE ND PLAIN
IF I RETIRE U YOUNGINS
WOULD KNO WUT TO DO WIT DA GAME

(BUN B)
MAN IM TO SICK OF ALL THIS SWEET SHIT
CAUSE IM C'N TO MUCH SMILING
TO MUCH FOR GAS POSING
ND PUNK ASS PROVILNG
TO MANY NIGGAS BE FRONT'N
LIKE DEY GOT DA TOWN ON LOCK
ND TO MUCH MONEY IN DA BANK
ND TO MANY HOES IS ON DEY JOCK
BUT U SMOKE TOO MANY OF DEM ROCKS
DAT U PRAYED ME YOU DONE SOLD
IVE DONE BEEN OUT ON DEM BLOCKS
ND U AINT GOT TO MUCH CONTROL
MAN UR WORKERS AINT DAT KOO
MAN DEY SUM HOES
MORE UNLISTEN
ND DEY TO READY TO FOLD
CAUSE DEY CANT TAKE TOO MUCH PRESSER
LET ME MASH ON EM
YES SON ,DEY IN VIOLATION
GO GET EM'
IT WONT BE TO LONG FOR WE MOP UP DA FLOOR WIT EM
ITS RAP-A-LOT FOR LIFE
WE'VE BEEN DONE HERE TO LONG
FOR THESE HATERZ TO BRINGS US DOWN
WE TO RIGHT, DEY TO WRONG
TO BLACK ND TO STRONG
TO GO ON LIFE TO PRONG
TO READY FOR DA RUGTERS
TO CLOSE TO MY TRUNK
WE CAN POP OR WE CAN CHUNK
WE CAN BLAST OR WE CAN GO
FROM DA SHOULDERS
BITCH I TRIED TO TOLD YOU
BUT IF U AINT KNOW
BITCH IM TO TRILL!

(feat. Sean Kingston)

[Chorus:]
I'm a full time hustla posted on the block, got to get it to live and I'm never going to stop.
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
When me ride through the hood you can here the bass knock, all me girls them love me me have me city locked
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta

[Verse 1:]
Mane I'm a gangsta, g-a-n-g-s-t-a mane, a gangsta the best to come up out of PA mane, a gangsta seldom seen but always heard, a real gangsta more than just a 7 letter word, a gangsta ain't ya clothes, a gangsta ain't ya hat, your watch ring your chain naw a gangsta ain't that, a gangsta can have that but he ain't got to show it, cause with or without it hes still gangsta and you know it, from my head to my toe with it it ain't to hard to see, said I'm a gangsta ain't too many as hard as me, you claimin g but you ain't gangsta jack so tell all them fake gangstas I'm coming to take gangsta back.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Mane I'm a gangsta now let me tell you what that means, see I'm a gangsta always got my mind on my green, and I'm a gangsta always gon do what I got to do, unless it's giving game to police and sellin out his crew, that's something gangstas don't do a gangsta keep it trill a gangsta do a crime he do his time on the real, a gangsta don't squeel and tell on everyone he know, put a jacket on ya boy you ain't a gangsta yous a hoe, a gangsta hold his homeboys down when they gone, a gangsta put him back on his feet when he home, a gangsta is a homeboy that never turn his back, on another real homie that's a well known fact.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Mane I'm a gangsta call me the hood superstar, and I'm a gangsta ridin in my candy painted car, cause see a gangsta always down to rep for his hood, and to do a little bad so I can do a little good, a gangsta don't forget where he came from no matter where he go or where he been keep it gangsta till the end, cause I'm a gangsta and I'm a always love my city, make money but don't act like I'm above my city, cause gangstas will always give back to the ghetto, and gangstas will never turn their back to the ghetto, that's a fact in the ghetto, it's never been a lie, so I'm a keep it gangsta till the day that I die.

[Chorus]

(feat. Lil Wayne)

Fuck you right all right
Going at your neck like a xxxxxx dog bites
I woke up this morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror and said damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp xxxx nigga keep paying my hoe
Damn I'm cold man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold

[Bun-B:]
Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rims?
Or the bracelet, face you feel the chill in yo vains
Could it be from bun b or that boy lil wayne

[Lil Wayne:]
Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs
Got on a couple gold chains so dang it dang
I swang a thang, from lane to lane
Yeah, it's getting hot and you starting to feel the flame
Bun

[Bun-B:]
It's getting brick and you starting to feel a breeze
And the temperature's going down
Besta get you some sleeves
And you besta get you some g's
Fore you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the north pole

[Lil Wayne:]
Like brrrrrrrrr
Machine gun brrrrrrrrrr
I am a beast grrrrrrr
Money machine brrrrrrrr
F- U- C- K -C-O-P's
I say I know when they say freeze
Yeaahhhhh!

Ok you already knew
No pussies, no rats, no tom and jerry show
And I woke up this morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirrow like damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm cold

(feat. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8Ball & MJG)

[Talking: Bun B]
Man fo real I love being from the dirty south mane
It made me the G I am today
Made me the hustla I am today
The grinda, the baller, the gangsat I am today
A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin from the south but we doin well n the south mane, but I'm a tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha f**kin where
Take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.

[Bun B:]
It's that candy paint, 84s
Belts and buckles chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitched and tucked
TV screens and wooden wheels
Swade roof, neon lights
Whole tire swang and bang
Top drop, blades chop
Big wheel just hangin man
White ts, fitted hats
Jordans or da dickies (dickies)
That swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey
15s bamin
And the base keep kickin
Cadillac do slammin
On dem 4 4s tippin
We ain't trippin just flippin
These haters dip when they see us (when they see us)
Cause they can neva beat us best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius
Besta just respect my duggie man
It's the south, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mane fo real.

[Rick Ross:]
Pray at night, we sellin white
Got one key trine sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit
Yellow bones all in my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib
Money long, that's on my kids
I rock Peta, my uncle chad
UGK you can't f**k with dat
Niggas fake, they hate my candypaint
And all the paper that your partner make
Shakin dice like a face of life
Champaign just ain't tastin right
Haterade they Gatorade
Look at these seats, they gator made
Friend or foe niggas never know (know)
Never know when you finna blow

[David Banner:]
Do you scrape up the curb
Then was sippin some syrup
Then was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in dat heard
But I handle my issue
I got several pistols
That won't whistle, missles not grisled from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home
Till I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back held dat bitch up alone
Put no lable but docking
Pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on heavy bustin back at the crackin
Ya'll know (Ya'll know)

[8 Ball:]
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B
8 Ball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000
Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy
Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck
So So Def, Jermaine Depri
J Priss rap a lot
Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil Keke
Chamillionare, Paul Wall
We all different, but we all rep the same thang
God first, family then money in the south mane.

[MJG:]
They call me pimp tight, MJG
The dirty south, it's everything I want, everything I need
Everything I'm hungry for
When I'm outta town gotta get home just for it
Everything that I been raised to love
The wheels that my grandmamma gave to us
Racial profilin, police harass are regular days to us
You say door, we say doe
You say four, we say fo
You say whore, we say ho
You want more, but we want mo
What else is there left for me to do
This the dedication from me to you
The south, I know you gonna see me through
So until I die, I wanna be with you
You're everything.

It's going down like it always do
I'm bout to hit em front dow, front row with tha crew
I pull up the Valey in the 09' Cedes
And turn up heads up all the fly ladies
I lift the dows out, then lift the dows up
Step out the car and the whole world slows up
I show up, like a certified pro
Lookin like slow motion when I heads to the dow
I walk right pass the line to the route
Everybody's fallin back (like I'm the mothafuckin'? po?)
And it's not even the question, if I finna bring the strap in
And try to pass it out, like it ain't finna happen
To the bar all eyes on Bee-da
To the haters and the fly momma see-ta
And trust me mayne when the club gets big
You ain't even gotta ask I luv this shit

The club is packed, the bottles is poppin
We make it rain when them models be droppin mayne
(I Luv That Shit) Ladies shakin they backs
And all the Players and the pimpes gettin heart-attacks, come on
(I Luv That Shit) Ayyo DJ turn it up
(I Luv That Shit) You gotta beat, then let's burn it up
You know we do it B.I.G.
So come and holla at a playa in tha V.I.P.

UGK we in da house fosho
I'm bout to crank this thang up, and you already know
We in the club lookin like new money
Put cha stunna shades on cause the ice to sunny
Me and my partners posted up at the bar
And we bout to buy it out, for the price of your car
All the aces shades, all the Rozay
All the cerical white and patrone, OK
We sending out ice buckets by the dozens
I match em out to my dawgs and my cousins
The whole club full of smoke and we buzzin'
It's going down in it mayne, you thought we wasn't
Moving through the club like a? carka? line
See the baddest lil mama legs long and fine
And she like 'I love your folks are they? gonna follow B? '
I tell ya 'In the VIP, mommy follow me

The club is packed, the bottles is poppin
We make it rain when them models be droppin mayne
(I Luv That Shit) Ladies shakin they backs
And all the Players and the pimpes gettin heart-attacks, come on
(I Luv That Shit) Ayyo DJ turn it up
(I Luv That Shit) You gotta beat, then let's burn it up
You know we do it B.I.G.
So come and holla at a playa in tha V.I.P.

It ain't no party but a Trill ass party, cause the Trill ass party don't stop
Mayne it ain't no shorty like a Trill ass shorty, cause the Trill ass shorty goin drop
Goin drop it down low, to the flow, make it pop
I'm on the watch you hour, show me what chu got
Now goin work that, and twerk that
Now wiggle it around baby churk that
Now toot it up, and boot it up
I'm cocked and loaded so I'm a shoot it up
Now grind it, dirty wine it
Now back it up, while I get behind it
Now go ahead and do your thang girl
Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl
And shake what your momma gave ya for daddy
And maybe you can ride shotgun in the caddy, come on

[x2:]
The club is packed, the bottles is poppin
We make it rain when them models be droppin mayne
(I Luv That Shit) Ladies shakin they backs
And all the Players and the pimpes gettin heart-attacks, come on
(I Luv That Shit) Ayyo DJ turn it up
(I Luv That Shit) You gotta beat, then let's burn it up
You know we do it B.I.G.
So come and holla at a playa in tha V.I.P.

(feat. Lupe Fiasco)

[Chorus:]
We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
I Swang On Em Swang On Em [x2]

Now If I Catch You At The Light (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)
Dat Candy Paint Ain't Lookin Bright (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)

We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta

[Bun B:]
Now If You Come Down To This Dirty South
Betta Watch Yo Ears Cause Country Boys Talk With A Dirty Mouth
And Dey On Dem Cornas N Dey Hustlin Up Da Dirty Deep
Betta Watch Dem Dirty Boys Down South We Keep It Dirty G
I Know You Heard Of Me
I Got Dat Work
Man I Got Dat White And I Got Dat Purp And I Got Dat Brown And I Got Dat Green
When I'm In Yo Town And I Hit Yo Scene In A Candy Painted Car Dat'll Sit So Clean Trunk On Pout With Da 5th On Lean
Trill Dvd Playin On My Screen Sittin On Cream Man You Know What I Mean

[Chorus:]
Now If I Catch You At The Light (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)
Dat Candy Paint Ain't Lookin Bright (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)

We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
I Swang On Em Swang On Em [x2]

[Bun B:]
Now If You Come To This T.E.X.
Betta Show Some Love Cause Homey You Don't Wanna See Me Plex
We Be Bout Dat Paper And Ain't No Shortstop In My Cash Or Checks
I Get Full Of Ana And Get To Standing Up On These Niggas Necks
Betta Show Respect We Pullin Out Dem Tecs
Man I Got Dem Mac's Man I got Dem K's And I Got Dem Nine's And I Got Dem A's R-15's And Dem 22-Trey's
Player Wanna Ride I'm a Ride For Days No I Don't Miss And I Sho Don't Graze
Bring What You Got And I Bet It Don't Phase
I'm A Trill Ass Nigga Man It's In My Ways

[Chorus:]
Now If I Catch You At The Light (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)
Dat Candy Paint Ain't Lookin Bright (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)

We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
I Swang On Em Swang On Em [x2]

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Now I'm Chi-Town Born And I'm Chi-Town Bread
Call Me West-Side Lu'
But I Kno About Dem North-Side Blue's And Dem South-Side Red's
I Run Da F&F Crew
Till My Man Chilly-Chill Come Home And He Back On Deck
My Garage Keep A Very Fast Car Keep A Classic Gold Chain Wrapped Around My Neck
Yea I Came From Da Left But I'm Down Right Fresh
Speak On
How You On Da Song Bun B On
Complete 180 How Crazy Has He Gone How Strong Is Da Brand Of Da D Dat He On
How Come He Do What He Wanna Neva Do What We Want
I'm Rick James Of This Game
Need Some Wide Leather Couch For Me To Plant My Feet On
Da Murphy's Didn't Jump Me
Told Me To Get Comfy Even Brought Da Lil Seat For Me To Spill My Drink On
Willy D Gave Me My Stamp Shout To Mike Jones And Da Swisha Camp
Da Boy Cali-On And Da Rapper Rot Lanch
Da Boss On Da North And Da Peoples Champ
Coolest Nigga What Coolest Nigga What
Bein Swallowed By Dem City Lights
Ball Till I'm Benched Then I Put It On Da Pimp F&F U-P UGK Fo Life

[Chorus:]
Now If I Catch You At The Light (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)
Dat Candy Paint Ain't Lookin Bright (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)

We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta
I Swang On Em Swang On Em [x2]

We run things round here
So i suggest you dont come around here
Boy you know you aint from around here
So stand clear, And ima tell you what it is
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

Well hold on now little buddy
pump your breaks slow ya roll
ease back on your throttle
put your plans on hold
i dont care what ya sellin
or care what ya sold
i dont know what they was tellin you or what you been told
this my block i got it locked down cold
and all dis right here this is under my control
i could really give a damn about the name on the sign
cause as far as im concerned this is mine
you crossed the line playboy
you mide aswell make love to a mirror cause you playin with yourself
we raise hell, we go hard, dont make me bring the drama to ya momma front yard
This is my block

We run things round here
So i suggest you dont come round here
Boy you know you aint from around here
So stand clear, And ima tell you what it is
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

See you from outta town, so you dont know tha rules
Round here homie we dont suffer no fools
We dont play wit no kids unless we done made em
We dont talk to police unless we done paid em
It's a code in these streets, you better learn it
And we dont just give out respect, you gotta earn it
And we dont hustle cause we wanna, cause we have ta
God 1st, fam next, and all the rest after
We make money not the other way around
So dont you play around or we will lay you down
Coming from PA the town the land of the trill
Play your cards right or get yourself shuffled on tha real
This is my block

We run things round here
So i suggest you dont come round here
Boy you know you aint from around here
So stand clear, And ima tell you what it is
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

See this is my B-L-O-C-K
My Streets, and i got em on L-O-C-K
I walk around wit G-L-O-C-K
And ima keep it on C-O-C-K, Okay
I represent PA, the west to the east
And you dont wanna war everybody gotta a piece
You think its sweet. until you catch a cavity
And that heat'ell make yo ass defy gravity
So do tha math, connect the dots
See if you wanna do it to yourself or not
Dont get to close, cause you might get shot
Just do yourself a favor, get the fuck up out the spot
This is my Block

We run things round here
So i suggest you dont come round here
Boy you know you aint from around here
So stand clear, And ima tell you what it is
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
Whooaaa This is my black right here

[Intro]
Payback's a motherfucker!
This is where we take a journey, called karma
What goes around, comes back around
Especially the rules of these streets
It's a bloody war, in the rules of engagement
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Justice, in the mind of a gangsta

[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you say?
See you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back
Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
You standin up in the pulpit, lookin out at the pew
Preachin the good word and tellin Christian folks what to do
You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you
It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes
Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride
You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in
(Just to pray in) Or a million dollar house for you to stay in (nope)
Marriage counselin, but cheatin on ya own wife
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in ya own right
Let the do'knob hit ya where the good Lord split ya
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon

[Interlude: Bun B]
The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone
Mayne every time I walk inside the church house
the preacher cuttin his eyes at me
But I know he can't throw nothin my way
He dirtier than I am, ridin down the street shinin, ballin
Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool
That's why niggaz don't go to church now
It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger
Let us move on

[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say?
I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got that nightstick in your hand and you walkin your beat
Or in the blue-and-white car and drivin down my street
You say you here to help the people, and do us some good
Protect us and serve, to try to keep the peace in our hood
Claim you crackin down on the crime, but let's keep it true
Cause the biggest criminals in my city is you
You know police brutality is at a all-time high (high)
Pumpin 61 slugs into an unarmed guy (guy)
Tried to say that the assailant had a motherfuckin handgun
But when you couldn't find one, you motherfuckers plant one
Rampart scandal, Tupac Shakur
Christopher Wallace, it got me sick and who got the cure?
If the PD, went M.I.A., we wouldn't miss ya
Y'all some dirty motherfuckers (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon

[Interlude: Bun B]
Look at this shit mayne
Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G.
Motherfuckers is dyin out here man
And if the police ain't killin 'em
They not givin a fuck about who will
Nobody tryin to find out who killed these people
Fat Pat, Big H.A.W.K., this shit ain't right man
Good cop, bad cop, the line blurry every day
Let us move on

[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Politician, what do you say?
I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You tellin us it's time for a change, people is dyin
And the current administration doin nothin but lyin
You come down to my community and tell us your goals
to clean the system up and get the crisis under control
Claimin you can get us on track, but let's keep it true
The main motherfuckers keepin us off track is you
Damn near everybody runnin is a member of the senate
They voted to send us to war, so y'all got us in it
Now the shit done hit the fan, and you tryin to say
you wasn't down from the jump but man the shit won't play
Y'all some liars, stealers, philanderers and all
Got senate to suck the dick inside of bathroom stalls
Nah, elected officials lettin the dick kiss you
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon

[Outro: Bun B]
Man, I don't believe this shit
Motherfuckers overseas die in that war
We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin
Sit back and got his dick sucked all day
Now we got motherfuckin elected people, in office
In motherfuckin airport bathroom tryin to suck
the dicks half the people on the beat and shit
Now what is this world comin to?
Who lookin out for the children, education, social security
Bring my people back from motherfuckin Iraq mayne, for real
Let us move on [echoes]

Mouse on the track that'll make you bounce and act what

[x2:]
Shake it like you mean it
Shake it like you mean it
Shake it like you mean it girl
Shake it like you mean it

All my H-town woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp
All my Baton Rouge woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp
All my ATL woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp
All my Birmingham woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp

[x7:]
Pop it 4 Pimp gone

Pop it 4 Pimp

[Bun B:]
Now all my ladies to the dance flo
It's time to do yo thang
You see the piece of chain
You see the panky rang
Now this one ain't a joke
And this one ain't a game
You got to twurk for my baby brother [? ]
You already know who you came fo and why you came
And why you coming you hear the [? ] dummin'
Let a hata hate woman that's what they gone do
Now pop it for the pimp you see a trill nigga want you
But you gotta be down to fuck with me and my round
You ain't gone pop it for the pimp bitch get yo ass out of town
You got to take it off and let me see it with no delay
And so if you miss the pimp let me hear you say
Come on

[x7:]
Pop it 4 Pimp gone

(feat. Mya)

[Bun B:]
Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick
Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick
Lookin for a real player to adore ya
But look no further, I'm the player for ya
Sittin big on the 20-somethin inch thangs
Leanin on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs
Big piece, big chain with the big ice
You wanna roll? You ain't gotta ask the kid twice
Push a button, the do's open up for ya
I save the shotgun seat up in the trunk for ya
Stitch and tuck, so you know that I'm a boss
With the red candy paint lookin like spaghetti sauce
You wanna floss with a G, keep it real
It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill
You either won't or you will
Just keep it one hundred with a player baby tell me how you feel
C'mon

[Chorus One: Mya]
People always talkin' bout - they be sayin they be sayin they be sayin
Your reputation - how you got a lot of hoooooes, but I don't really give a
I don't care what you did to them~! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!

[Bun B:]
You want me to be good, then I'm a be the best
And I'm a give you top shelf baby nuttin less
Front do' to the, front row
Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know)
First class flights, penthouse suites
You want sushi? We go to Japan to eat
You want pasta? We fly to Milan
That's how it is in the life of a don
We eat filet mignon in Pa-ris
That's how it is when you rollin with a G
Your man want it but he ain't thar rich
Trust me baby I can scratch that itch
Never call you a bitch when you act like a lady
You carry yourself like a woman and we gravy
Ain't no maybe, I know I can
Put the whole wide world in the palm of your hand baby

[Chorus 2: Mya]
People always tellin me - they be sayin they be sayin they be
That you're a player
I don't care 'bout them other girls~! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!

[Mya:]
I said, I'll hold you down when you need me
I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around
I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right baby, ooooooooooh

[Bun B:]
Girl anything you wishin I can make it come true
Have you lookin like a million dollars when you come through
With'cha Louboutin shoes, or Jimmy Chu's
Giuseppe, Zanetti or whatever you wanna do (you wanna do)
Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci)
Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi)
Dolce & Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's)
Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's)
Maybe Fendi or Yves St. Laurent
Versace, KLS, or whatever that you want
It ain't a thang to buy you some Vera Wang
You gotta look like a Queen for you to be with the Kang
The fancy cars with the butterfly do's
Big mansion with the marble on the flo's
The world is yo's but here's the key
When I'm bein good to you, be good II me

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2: with ad libs]

[Mya:]
In the morning
In the evening baby
If you treat me good I'm a gonna keep on comin to ya
La la la la la lahhh
La la la la la lahhh
You're all that I know, just be good to me

(Chamillionaire)
Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the playa hate the game.
Gotta love it man.
Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang.
Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2

(Bun B)
Its Bun B the king of the Trill and im bringin the steel bringin the maximum bitches that gangsta shit im bringin it back.
i went from singin and practice slinkin the tracks are slayin my skills since 92 and slyain it still.
so bring who you feel bring who you feeling bring em around and ima lay them down its just another sound boy killin.
you boy wanna test better make sure ru boy got on his vest walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest.
these monkey niggas on that monkey shit. best keep a revolva i boss like a gorilla and kill em with a revolva.
so go on pimpin yous a chipin and ima do that you aint ready for the blowback dj you already do that
so bring who you wanna bring on ima go king kong i'll squeeze him till he come up off his cream like a ding dong.
steady no choppa the towers the trans go beatin my chest so its best you and your mans know ima underground thang.

(Chamillionaire)
Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the playa hate the game.
Gotta love it man.
Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang.
Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2

(Pimp C)
Ima underground king for life... tatto thats you on a island nigga you a pig you buy the q.
sounds and short bro bump right like a tylo. fake price buy ice use it for the tone of snow.
ball faced lier try to call me a snitch i ditch the full population with a ball faced bitch
if it wasnt for that Bun niggas might not know my name no more but every time they gave me that mike he told them hos to let me go.
dj trippa sucken on nipple pimpin on grands glen with cock pull that zippa she aint trill she get him in the face when its him or i.
nigga you know what im about you who sight it im gonna ride i burn the side use my highs i tell the truth even when i lie.
Atlanta is the country and Georgia boys are cool its all you out of time faggot niggas fuckin up all the rules.
that aint blowed ass recon that aint dro diss popcorn you fuckin right they comin back like you sellin the nickel they stepped on bitch

(Chamillionaire)
Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the playa hate the game.
Gotta love it man.
Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang.
Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2

(Chamillionaire)
no reprise for the cars im stayin up in the foreign.
wanna wake up my neighbors and the other clicks in the mornin
if bein Bun wasnt torn i swear the game would be roarin
if bein fake was a felony all you rappers be starrin.
in americas most wanted i missed that Pimpin and Pac
so it seems that me and Bun B is the realest people
you got my paper chase gettin faster im even beaten the clock.
when it comes to gs the tick tock is gonna get beat to the dock.
gave birth to the hustle so let my fetus be shown
when i pull out them baby benjamins and i skeet on your dome.
im secreetin the dough so dont leave your women alone
ill turn my dick to a dollar and give your women a loan
my presence on the Texas streets is somethin easy
to spot i'll assassinate concrete for the gs im bleedin allot.
boys'll see me on swingers and think its easy to plot
but i bet them boys behind me wont be beamin up scott.

(Chamillionaire)
Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the playa hate the game.
Gotta love it man.
Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang.
Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2

(feat. Lyfe Jennings, Young Buck)

[Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings]
Ohhhh if a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggaz ride for me
Or comin up on the side of me, side of me

[Bun B:]
Man I'm a real trill nigga (nigga) I been out on them blocks
With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
'til it came back up and night came back around (around)
I did a lot of shit them late nights for the dough
Robbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt
And sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirt
I ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)
I'd try to find another way instead of packin nines
Totin K's and holdin macs (macs)
But we know time ain't rollin back
And hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin jack
So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin
And a young black man can lose his life over nothin
If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin real
Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin niggaz killed on the real

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)
Or if I catch a motherfucker dippin in the back (dippin in the back)
Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blam
I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)
And I'm a represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)
Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)
Shit I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)
Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands
So my wife, and my momma and my chil'ren got cans (chil'ren got cans)
Cause once I'm gone who gon' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)
And do the same thangs for 'em that I did
Man I'd rather do a bid (bid)
At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)
Instead I'm reminiscin 'bout the past (about the past)
Nigga don't know what he got, until he passes on
So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his ass is gone

[Chorus]

[Young Buck:]
We trappin hard right across from the graveyard
I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job
Niggaz gettin robbed so I'm ridin with my A-R
They are, not sendin tape what I done paid for (no)
Walkin through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)
We survived but most of us die for some bullshit
Go to church but the devil's standin on the pulpit (damn)
Niggaz lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they 'bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)
Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)
A street nigga livin the street dream, I seen (for sho')
My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head
This what I said (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Remorse
Vengeance
Lost of a loved one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my mind
Fill my heart
My emotional pain
Can you feel it?
Naw
Can you feel it?
If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta

[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (GONE)
Another goner (GONE)
In the game (GONE)
Another soldier (GONE)
In a grave (GONE)
Bendin' corners (GONE)
Finna bang (GONE)
Another soldier (LONG GONE)
In the grave (grave [x7])

[Bun B:]
We are the mighty Middle Fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die

[Mddl Fngz:]
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
Open up tha door, nigga standing like "shit"
Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit
Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss
Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.

[Bun B:]
No the choppa gon hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you gon shit
Middle fingaz, strong click
Bun B, the strong spit
Put you six feet under
Why not have a long sit
Long walk, short pier
Mane have a long flip
Got the streets on lock
And got the yola on whip
Tell momma we comin home so don't trip

[Mddl Fngz:]
If I Tee, don't worry bout me
Momma I'm a G
I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me
Tryin to run up on me
Thinkin you gon try me
Shit in a bag
Drinkin through a IV
So appreciate ya breath
While you got some left
Ya life's a bitch
They got permanent PMS
And my only fear of death is reincarnation
So it ain't shit for me to make you niggas ER patients
Another soldier in the grave

[Chorus]

[B.A.N.D.I.T:]
Two nines, four clips
Prayin that you niggas trip
Lookin for some trouble
Finna bust you niggas bubble
And I don't give a fuck about your happy meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs
So catch a square nigga
And I won't budge
Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge
I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna
SOUTHWEST got them soldiers
Some movin doja
Some movin X
But they mostly movin yola
With guns in tha holsta
We never leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya gravesite
Then get real nigga with it and go fuck ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice

[Bun B:]
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head
For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya with lead
For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it
Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back
Middle Finga, this ain't a act
This uncut coke
Don't ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya bitch-ass smoked
We go for broke

[Chorus]

I hear we livin in the last days it's revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end /everyday it's a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita /minds keep collapsing wit tha fires and mud slides I'm like what's happnin? Got the kids in the school getting raped and molested Underfunded under protected no wonder they tested /in the lowest damn percentage rate/ and my city damn near the lowest in the state you can equate that to the state funds that aint breakin down right rich districts get more and poor ones get less and that jus don't sound right/ so im finna pound right on the doors of my city hall/ and kick them hos down/ they killin' my city yall we need to get my people back to where they should be /and since nobody else gon do it it's gon have to be me
(Chorus)
First of all the projects is fucked up and it ain't jus with the drugs we got more problems than the dealers and thugs. They usein lead base paint and asbestos is killin us we tell them to fix it up but jus aint feelin us. They'd rather kick us out and tear it down to the ground, so they can put up a parking lot a mall or some condos. Condemn the whole place cuz a few sell crack shit the rest aint do nothing wrong /what the fucks up with that? They say that one rotten apple can spoil the whole bunch/ but we talkin bout some people not apples this aint lunch. Make me wanna punch a politician dead in his face. You say you represent my district, get yo ass on the case. “Development is good for the hood,” yea that's what you tellin us but bitch you on the payroll of the builders and developers. Fuck what you seellin us pipe dreams fa suckers, you can take that round the corner to them other motherfuckers
So much youth they sacrifice just to live in paradise play they tricks and tell they lies (I know) it's said to see how they treat the poor have so much and still want more I see my people every day on the floor
It's time to educate the people mayne free school and college so everybody cross the board can get the same knowledge. Education leads to jobs and jobs kill poverty and no more poverty means we makein money obviously. Everybody gettin money, everybody smilin. Motherfucker's aint eatin them motherfuckersf wildin. Matter fact speakin of eatin lets feed the homeless in America let these other folks handle they own shit. How imma clean your house and mine still dirty? How imam feed yo kids while mine sit thirsty? And speakin of the kids we need to spend more time wit em. Can't turn them loose in the streets cuz they dyin in em. And all this naked head sex man you trippin fuck love im lovein life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin. You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me

[No lyrics]

(feat. Lil Razah)

[Verse 1:]
They say it's always darkest before the dawn and that you don't know what you had until it's gone I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong and that's why I gots to write this song now come on now come on say man I thought it would of been a long time for us and many more years on the grind for us I thought the future held a lot for us both and it was brighter we were super tight but finna be super tighter I guess I just assumed we had more time for us to make more music and write more rhymes but never in my life could I ever have seen that I would ever have to lose the other half of my team (for real) and take away the glitter the gold and the gleam say man I wonder to myself what does it all really mean nothing without the people you love say man I miss my brother but I know he's looking down from above and that's an angel

[Verse 2:]
It all began on Shreveport Ave sittin off in the den making beats and puttin paper to pen we was determined to win and you couldn't tell us different Mama West was cool with it but Monroe kept trippin it seems just like yesterday sometimes sittin in ya bedroom writing dumb rhymes man you makin beats on the insonic and we was smokin dirt weed cause it wasn't no chronic I sitll remember when we started the crew it was me Mitchell Queen Jamal Jackson and you started out as 4BM but then we ended with two that's when we introduced the world to the U to the G tot the K Underground Kings DJ Byrd Pimp C and Bun B we kept it G say word who woulda known back in 92 in 2008 I'd have to write this song sayin I miss you but it's true

[Verse 3:]
Just for the record let me go ahead and say I love my brother Pimp C and man I miss him everyday yeah my heart still hurts and the pain still fresh but I'm a put God first to keep that pressure off my chest and remind me that I'm blessed to have had him as a friend a ride or die homie that was with me til the end real talk man we was closer than kin and I know that I'll never have a partner like that again so Chad Butler I just want you to know I keep ya memory close I'm never lettin it go and they gon always remember that you was here mayne cause I'm a make'em remember that's why I'm here mayne yeah it's still hard and I still cry but you and God keep me strong so I'm a still try reppin this UGK now won't I cause through your music you live forever so Trill don't die

[Chorus:]
There's an angel in the sky watching over me [x2]

[Ending Chorus:]
I know your watching over me last night I saw you in my dream at the crossroads I'll see you there my friend my brother til the end can't wait to see you again save a place in heaven for me there's an angel in the sky watching over me

[No lyrics]

(chorus)
All day and all night
Nigga anytime you see me, imma keep it super tight.
I'm an underground king, reppin UGK,
And give a damn what a motherfucker say,
I'ma keep it 100
All Day And All Night,
Nigga any time you see me man I'm reppin PA.
This is UGK for life, long live Pimp C,
And Imma never let a nigga pimp me
I'ma keep it 100.

Cause it's all that I've ever known,
All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown,
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