hoes be runnin' from the scene
Cuz I'm opposite the mean,
And throw that Jim in the in -between
cuz I tell all the niggas to
And tell the hoes to get this dick
Now punks be lookin' at my
They scope in the corner,
You brothers better cut some
Cuz cluckers don't go for small dope
You finna lose when dope fiends
You see, my shit is legit, so it's on
until that bitch dick is gone
Because my face don't need to
See, I put out my dope, get my cash,
I'm in and out, frickin' state
Might drop a hundred or two,
but I won't miss it anyway
Because as long as the ma
I'm cool to give myself a little slack
See, I been doin' this too damn long
and makin' all that pay buffs and thang
I got a 35 square block cut,
down to take your money, dope,
Big dope, big rhymes, big dick, big attitude,
man, I'm down with big time,
and I'm a trill -ass nigga
Trill -ass nigga, trill -trill -ass nigga
Trill -ass nigga, trill -trill -ass nigga
You claim you got much dope,
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 op
Oh, you finna kiss them teeth goodbye
Now if you don't act like it,
bitch, step in that grass
And bluffin' ain't a good -ass plan
You can smack the fuck up,
now I'm ballin' fuckin' hands
You see, you need to be true to yourself
your ass'll be on my shelf
But if we ain't got the gap,
Russell Choke your motherfuckin' ass
Your ass should've listened
when I told you something's good
I ain't saying a damn thing
then step your ass to the ring
I'm taking all you hoes one by one
Hands fly ing like bullet
I'm steady whooping that asshole
Nigga by nigga out the window,
you better watch that glass hole
and you thought I was a punk
Now your bitch ass is half
and then went out like a ho
Nigga, kiss that motherfuckin' flow,
cause I'm a trill -ass nigga
I'm just a trill -ass nigga
It's Bun B, bitch, the nigga
you and your girlfriend wanna meet
So buck up and get fucked up
by the big -time motherloathe
You better watch that ass when you roll
you gotta pay the fucking toll
And we ain't hearin' that yin -yang
You keep on runnin' that lil'
and watch your ass get slain
Yeah, Bun B'll talk shit,
but if you think I can't back it up, niggas
Try and make a fucking hit Pimps,
he'll slam you to the pill
You're layin' on the ground
Ayo, Bird, kick him in his fucking rear
The UGK pos se, they might boom coons
And we done to let the gang go boom
So call 911 and let the law
Before we make you niggas
The life of the drill niggas
So watch out for the niggas in the khaki
Because the dicks hang low
And I'm about to get some shit on my toe
And I'ma keep on doing it Clyde
The cocaine's in the back of the ride
