Bun B - Bye! lyrics

Breaker breaker one-nine, runnin from the one-time They on my a**, they don't like the way I done mine While I do mine, I'm on a true grind They was bound to hate a n***a like me and do time A real n***a, a trill n***a A "down to get down, don't make me have to k**" n***a Cause I will n***a, on the real n***a Hit you in ya back from waist down you won't feel n***a When that banana clip peel n***a It drop tall, short, big and lil' n***az Then it drop house n***az and field n***az So you better watch your back, we on your hill n***a So you best be on your toe n***a We layin down real n***az and hoe n***az Layin down his n***az and yo' n***az Them n***az, those n***az, anything goes n***az Catch you at the studio or at the show n***a Comin out the barbershop or j**elry sto' n***a At the Chevron or at the Texaco n***a Wit'cha main b**h, or wit'cha side hoe n***a Waitin at the front, back and side do' n***a Soon as we see ya you know we lettin go n***a And we don't care about the set you throw n***a Or the hood you represent, what fo' n***a? You got fo' n***az? You need mo' n***az So bring a friend, maybe ten, even though n***a And even then n***a, you can't win n***a Not when you tryin to f** with B-U-N n***a I got them fresh up out the pen' n***az who don't give a f** about goin back in n***a And you don't wanna know where they been n***a And you don't wanna go where they send n***az Cause whenever they begin n***a They ain't stoppin 'til your heartbeat end n***a So ain't no need to pretend n***a Like we cool, you ain't my motherf**in friend n***a You way down with me, you're my men n***a So we can get it poppin, just say when n***a I come around the bend and straight bend n***az Take your blood in the mud and make it blend n***a Now watch the chopper slug spin n***az Like Michael Joe Jackson singin "Ben" n***a And when I check you on your chin n***a It's R.I.P. for you just like him n***a Reppin P.A.T. live from Houston n***a And we don't give a f**, we gets it in n***a Cause we off n***az, then we in n***az Like Frankie "Man Down Code 10" n***a Blowin stanky puttin 'dro up in the wind n***a Pa** the cup, I'm 'bout to po' me up some Henn' n***a Pimp has slept the same way, I pimp the pen n***a And God only made one, it's no twin n***a The closest thing to me was my brother n***a And after me, there will never be another n***a Not a tighter n***a, or a tougher n***a Or a righter n***a, or a rougher n***a That'll leave a chicken-hearted n***a smothered n***a And if you didn't know then you finna discover n***a While we make these p**y n***az run for cover n***a They screamin for they daddy and they f**in mother n***a Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff[?] a n***a This Rap-A-Lot, the mob ain't tryin to cuff a n***a They even sendin undercover n***az That's why you gettin stuffed up in the duffle n***a So spy all you wanna spy n***a And keep on tryin all the f** you wanna try n***a Not me and my n***az, you know why n***a? This UGK for life until we die n***a That's true stories, no lie n***a Bet yo' a** you can put that on P-I n***a We gon' ride for H-Town like G.I. n***a And got no love for a motherf**in C.I. n***a Naw, you ain't gettin in, is you high n***a? We been keepin game, you ain't sly n***a My pistol never jam like it's Guy n***a And it's known to make a n***a's momma cry n***a Trill n***az known to make the slugs fly n***a Them bullets droppin like it's rain from the sky n***a And when it's over ain't no need in askin why n***a You gettin no reply n***a, bye n***a!