. Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang. Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2 (Bun B) Its Bun B the
Em [x2] [Bun B:] Now If You Come To This T.E.X. Betta Show Some Love Cause Homey You Don't Wanna See Me Plex We Be Bout Dat Paper And Ain't No Shortstop In My
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit Bun B
it twice Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick Honeycomb, I call my crib, money long that's on my kids I rock P to my Uncle Chad,
it wit my mouth I back it up wit my vow Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck And over 50 in my ear, I'm the Rookie of the Year I'm here
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for
sexin yes im stayin fresh jus like mannie bout to go hit my spot in miami now that i won im puttin my grammy on the grill and hood of my candy she talkin
make They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face, yeah They talk behind my back but they
watch my back i'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked i'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked my old b**
the punches and keep my ducks in a line I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous
muthafuckin' split cha (3x) Second Verse: [B.G.] Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
Miami the ghettos (Dade County) Every hood and the projects And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins,
of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Twistin
ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
, ya know I Can't Feel My Face Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go Let's go, let's go, haa, i told them Shoutout to Bun B, yeah Verse 1 Yeah, straight up
my watch And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain That's not an ice tray, that's my teeth And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring That ain't Kool-
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs An' I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs So while my index is workin', my pinky's
wouldn't hizzer Soon as the thund-ah enters my lungs-ah I start gettin' hungry where's that bologna Crackers and cheese Isuzu and whams Icy white honey bun
