Pimp C - Return lyrics

[Verse 1: Pimp C] It all started with a "Pimp C, b**h so what the f** is up?" Told 'em something good Ease up my muthaf**in cut Cause if you don't really wanna f** wit a trill n***a From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real k**ers Pop Pop muthaf**a there you go I'm a bust em on yo a** if you don't ease up off me ho Cause trill n***as don't carry no sugar in they nutsac Just big fat balls and a trigga in they backpack So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear me though But I bet you hear me when I fill you with bulletholes P.A. n***a, trill a** n***a How you figga you can buck me down n***a? Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine Instead of buying cars for a b**h named sunshine Give me what's mine, give me what's mine Before it come down to triggas sh**, it's the return of the trill a** n***as b**h It's the return of the trill a** n***as Uh It's the return of the trill a** n***as But you can't hear me It's the return of the trill a** n***as b**h [Verse 2: Bun B] Yea muthf**as I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool A n***a named Bun, a n***a named Bun, no more sun, no more shine Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter (Buck! Buck!) Money tight Glock, bustin them shots When I break yo a** off somethin hot n***as steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest Muthaf**as sportin bulletproof vests So I guess, when I start blastin, n***as start pa**in away Dearly beloved, I had yo a** gathered today So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square Put them hands on yo a**, and bail on out Pa** the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt Now surprise, surprise I'm gettin chinese eyes In this b**h here's a switch I might slang, bang then bail and burn Scope mean now its the return of the trill a** n***as