Bun B - Ro & Bun lyrics

[Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun sh** talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up Sharp as a razor blade, b**h don't step on my shoes You out your mind, thinking I won't pull out this weapon on you Phoenix Amare gators hater, yeah I'm stepping on you So you better have at least, a 3-57 on you Your woman is in the club, to show me love That's why you mean mugging me bro, but I don't give a f** Don't let this suit fool ya, cause I was raised to grub All that touchy-feely sh**, the quickest way you get f**ed up I know you feeling real good, you full of that sherm and alcohol But it ain't nothing friendly about me, I am not your pal at all Unless you Rochelle and do nails, with them thick a** thighs Otherwise I'ma leave a cereal bowl hole, in y'all b**h a** guys [Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun sh** talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up It was the summertime, and Bun is down to mack a hoe (hoe) You know I graduated, from my pimping cla** in '94 So the sco' already known, before the game is played Trill n***as is getting paid, b**h n***as is getting sprayed Laid down, like a sheet on the bed with that heat to your head I split you from the white meat to the red And from the red meat to the bone, when I hit your street with the chrome b**h you best to beat your feet, and get gone But if haters I find that hid (hid), and think they got away with what they did Prepare for your b**h a**, to get slid Put that on my mama (mama), I put on for my town Put that thang up to yo' melon, and put your a** in the ground hol' up [Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun sh** talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up I don't really wanna do it take some pictures, and sign some auto-ma-graphs Find a lil' bit of love for after the club, and put this rod on her a** So I might be up and down your boulevard, picking up your baby mama mayn And you already know I'm strapped, best thang for you to do save the drama mayn I'm an a**hole by nature, by my god damn self I don't love see war this b**h, I only love my god damn wealth Behind respect I go to war, cause I'm a fool in this b**h I'm ready to work I'm a mechanic, I got my tools in this b**h From Mo City to Port Arthur, we all underground kings Meet me in Mo City, and I'll show you what underground mean I got a rifle size hand cannon, gat in the club Murder your a** tonight, tomorrow I'll be back in the club for real [Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun sh** talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up