Bun B - Beware lyrics

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Bun B - Beware lyrics

[Trae] I know you haters better run, I'm coming for you And everyday a n***a repping, and riding for Screw I was keeping it in my chest, now I'm getting it out I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game It's S.U.C. till I'm dead, ain't no need to explain I'm in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats So n***as'd back back, I'm a man dude with a attitude And I'm too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool In my zone leave me alone, I ain't trying to be f**ed with Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with Me and me and myself, you n***as bad for my health Now I'm pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt I ain't playing with what I'm saying, you cats better start praying For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying [Hook] Why, these fellas talking down Don't they know, why we'll ride And make somebody slide, beware Why, these fellas talking down Don't they know, why we'll ride And make these bustsas hot, beware [Bun B] I'm chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly Got your lil mama, bu*t naked shake her jelly I'mma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up Young in the game, it's time to start growing up Get you some hustle, get you some grind Show me some muscle, show me some shine f** trying to crime, off another n***a name It's just a matter of time, 'fore I run you out the game Because I can't believe the nerve, of these hoes Trying to use my n***a Pimp name, for benefit shows Fin to start kicking in do's, with the macks Trying to let that sh** pa**, now I'm coming for your a** fool [Hook] [Trae] It's the return of the mad rapper, industry n***a subtracter That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther I'm sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that I swang My Glock I co*k and I aim, my name you fin to respect it You let me off in your world, then I swear to God I'mma wreck it You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd'll watch you I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you On top of that, n***as be using my homie name Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change Hopping from dick to dick, and I ain't even gon say no name I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain I'm Trae, and I ain't bar nan n***a in this drama Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain't the one Them b**hes did it, so now they gotta see me when I come [Z-Ro] Where the real n***as at, cause I can't find none Everybody be talking sh**, when they be packing they guns Quick to shoot a motherf**er, to keep they face from sweating But when the laws come the main ones snitching and telling Be these ol' buster a** n***as, k**ing all in they music Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it I'm registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G Now 50 got the audicity, to come and see me f** it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped I'm a grown man I don't get people sued, I get people shot If you ain't shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain't no love for none of these n***as Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name They can't sell records without me, that's a god damn shame I ain't to blame, why these n***as ain't selling and losing weight But I'm to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face [Hook] (Z-Ro) Make a n***a hot, yeeeah Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C You n***as can't be meeee My n***a T-R-A-E And that's the way it's gonna be Until a motherf**er take me Me, and the M double A-B We gon be thugging Until we see you n***as deceased (*talking*) Straight up, it's my cousin Trae n***a These b**h a** n***as can't f** with you [Hook]