[Verse 1: Pimp C]
It all started with a "Pimp C, bitch so what the fuck is up?"
Told 'em something good
Ease up my muthafuckin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna fuck wit a trill n***a
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthafucka there you go
I'm a bust em on yo ass 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 ass 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 bitch named sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
Before it come down to triggas
Shit, it's the return of the trill ass n***as

Bitch
It's the return of the trill ass n***as
Uh
It's the return of the trill ass n***as
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill ass n***as bitch
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Yea muthfuckas
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 ass off somethin hot
N***as steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, n***as start passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square
Put them hands on yo ass, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin chinese eyes
In this bitch here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill ass n***as