Bun B - Trill Ass n***a lyrics

[Bun B] Bone hard n***a, hoes be runnin from the scene Cause I'm out to demean, count the green And throw that jim in the in-between Now Bun B moves slick Cause I tell all the n***as to get they gats And tell the hoes to get this dick Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block They scopin the corner, motherf**ers I warn ya Too many n***as tried to get these fiends You brothers better cut some f**in (?) on this scene Cause cluckers don't go for small dope You fin' to lose when dopefiends cut ya f**in throat You see my sh** is legit, so it's on Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that b**h to get gone Because my face don't need to be on the street See I put out my dope, get my cash, then I'm tearin a** I'm in and out quick as day Might drop a hundred or two, but I won't miss it anyway Because as long as the majority of sh** gets fat I'm cool to give myself a little slack See I've been doin this too damn long To short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs I got a thirty-five square block cut Down to take your money, dope, your ho and your nut Big dope big rhymes big dick big attitude Man I'm down with Big Tyme, and I'm a trill a** n***a! (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) [Bun B] You claim you got much dope, and you got much backup But you ain't got JACK sh*t to make this n***a slack up So if you wanna buck buck up b**h and let me black that eye Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye Now if you're down act like it b**h Step in that gra**, I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' b**h a** And buffin ain't a good a** plan You get smacked the f** up, now unball them f**in hands You see you need to be true to yourself Cause if you'll front, your a**'ll be on my shelf And trill a** n***as they love to blast But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' motherf**in a** And you ain't never been sh** to your hood Your a** shoulda listened when I told you "Something Good" But right about now I ain't sayin a damn thang If you wanna do it then step your a** to the ring And bring on your boys, I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one Hands flyin like bullets from a gun I'm steady whoopin that a** ho n***a by n***a out the window, you better watch that gla** ho Stepped to Bun B, and you thought I was a punk Now you b**h-a**es half dead in my trunk You fronted big man and then went out like a ho n***a kiss that motherf**in flo', cause I'm a trill a** n***a (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) [Bun B] I'm just a trill a** n***a walkin down the street It's Bun B b**h, the n***a you and your girlfriends wanna meet My nuts hang to the road So buck up and get f**ed up by the Big Tyme motherload You better watch that a** when you roll Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the f**in toll And we ain't hearin that ying-yang You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' a** get slanged Yeah Bun B'll talk sh** But if you think I can't back it up n***as, try and make a f**in hit Pimp C'll slam you to the peel You're layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his f**in reel The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon And we down to let the gat go boom So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk a** up Before we make you n***as sh** in your drawers The life of the trill n***as ain't no joke Cause we down to go for motherf**in broke So watch out for the n***as in the khakis The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don't jack G Because the dicks hang low, to any two-bit ho And I'm about to get some sh** on my toes And I'ma keep on doin it Clyde The c**aine's in the back of the ride of a trill a** n***a (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a!) (Trill a** n***a! Trill trill a** n***a! .. *fades*)