Bun B
Bye!
[Verse: Bun B]
Breaker break one-nine, runnin' from the one-time
They on my ass, they don't like the way I done mine
Or do mine, I'm on a true grind
They was 'bout to hate a n***a like me in due time
A real n***a, a trill n***a
A down to get down, don't make me have to kill n***a
'Cause I will, n***a, on the real, n***a
Hit you in your 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***as
Then it drop house n***as and bill n***as
So you better watch your back, we on your heel, n***a
So you best be on your toe, n***a
We lay it down, real n***as and hoe n***as
Layin' down his n***as and yo n***as
'Dem n***as, those n***as, anything goes, n***as
Catch you at the studio or at the show, n***a
Comin' out the barber shop or jewelry store, n***a
At the Chevron or at the Texaco, n***a
With your main bitch or with yo side hoe, n***a
Waitin' at the front, back, and side door, n***a
Soon as we see ya, you know we let go, n***a
And we don't care about the set you [?], n***a
Or the hood you represent, what for, n***a?
You got four n***as? You need more n***as
So bring a [?], maybe ten, even though, n***a
And even then, n***a, you can't win, n***a
Now when you tryna fuck with B-U-N, n***a
I got them fresh up out the pen n***as
Who don't give a fuck about goin' back in, n***a
And you don't wanna know where they been, n***a
And you don't want to go where they send n***as
'Cause wherever 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 motherfuckin' friend, n***a
You ain't down with me or my men, n***a
So we can get it poppin', just say when, n***a
I come around the [?] and straight bend n***as
Take that blood in the mud and make it blend, n***a
Now watch the chopper slugs spin n***as
Like Michael Joe Jackson singing 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 fuck, we gets it in, n***a
'Cause we off n***as, then we end n***as
Like Frankie man down, code ten, n***a
Blowin' stanky, puttin' dro up in the wind, n***a
Pass the cup, I'm 'bout to pour me up some Hen', n***a
[?] slept the same way I pimp the pen, n***a
And God only made one, there'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 writer 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 pussy n***as run for cover, n***a
They screamin' for they daddy and they fuckin' mother, n***a
'Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff a n***a
This rappa like the mob, they try'na cuff a n***a
They even sendin' undercover n***as
That's why you gettin' stuffed up in the duffel, n***a
So spy all you wanna spy, n***a
And keep on tryin' all the fuck you wanna try, n***a
Not me and my n***as
You know why, n***a?
It's U.G.K. for life until we die, n***a
That's true stories, no lie, n***a
Bet yo ass, you can put that on P.I., n***a
We gon' ride for H-town like G.I., n***a
Ain't got no love for a mother fuckin' 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 God, n***a
And it's known to make a n***a's momma cry, n***a
Trill n***as 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