Clinton Sparks - II Trill lyrics

[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 n***a 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 b**h. please let em know we gon give them what They ask for [Bun B] Mayne I'm too hard for all you soft n***as Too real for most of you lames Too raw to be in this rap sh** 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 f** boys to f** 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 sh** 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 k**as 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 f** 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 n***as I done crushed to let yo b**h a** 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 b**hes Too many snitches that you breakin' bread wit You too close to police ,boy you on some fed sh** So you can go head with that sale, we won't' buy I'm too smart for all that dumb sh** you know but boys try [Hook] [Bun B] And I'm too sick of all this sweet sh** cuz I'm seein' too much smilin' Too much punk a** posin' too much punk a** profilin' Too many n***as 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 b**h I tried to told you but if you ain't kno I'm II Trill