II Trill Album

Artist(s): Bun B

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Bun B II Trill Cover Art

Tracklist

II Trill

length: 4:19
guest: J. Prince and Z‐Ro

OOOO YEA
WUTZ UP PIMP
I FEEL you're PRESENT RIGHT NOW
YO BUN, you KNOW MANY WERE CALLED &
FEW WERE CHO0SEN
You DA chosen 1 MA *****
DA FUTURE PRESIDENT
Congratulations
BY THE WAY I NEED you TO SEND A TRILL MSG TO SUM
ND A SUBLIMALNAL ONE TO OTHER
ABOUT THIS THROWIN ROCKS
ND BEING BEHIND you're HEAD BIZNES
PLEASE LET THEM KNO
THAT WE GON GIVE THEM WHAY THEY ASK FOR


(BUN B)
MAYNE I'm TO HARD FOR ALL OF you SOFT *****S
TO REAL FOR MOST OF YOU LAMES
TO HARD TO BE IN THIS RAP **** IN DA STREETS ITS DA SAME
TO THROWED UP IN THIS GAME
TO TRUE TO MY HOOD
I'm TO DOWN TO GET DOWN
SO LETS GET IT UNDERSTOOD
TO BAD TO BE GOOD
TO GOLDEN NOT TO GLISTZEN
TO FOCUSED FOR FOOTBOYZ TO **** OFF MY MISSION
TO SMART NOT TO LISTEN
WHEN G?Z PULL MY GOAL
BOUT DEM WHITE FOLKS THATZ LISTING
AND WATCHING MY MOVE
There's REAL **** you CAN QUOTE
I'm TO GANSTA, TO STREET
SO DON?T RUN UP TO FAST
CAUSE I'm TO STRAPED WIT DAT HEAT
I'm TO DIRTY TO BE NEAT
TO GORILLA TO BE MONKEY
TO FLY TO STAY GROUNDED
TO FRESH TO BE FUNKY
2MANY LICKS FOR JUNKIES
TO MUCH WORK FOR FLIPPERS
TO MUCH DRO FOR SMOKING
TO MUCH APPHADEMPHAS
NO NEED FOR you TO TRIP
CAUSE WE BRING TO MUCH DRAMA
GOT TO MANY KILLAS
PUT DAT ON MA MAMA
TO TRILL!!


(ZERO)
IIIIIIIIIIII I'm
TO TRILL TO TO TO TRILL
ALL ABOUT MA DOLLA BILLS
ND EVEN IF I TRIED
I CAN NEVER FALL OFF
TO MUCH MONEY ON MY MIND
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I'm
TRILL TO TOO TOO TRILL
ALL THIS PENITENTRI SKILLS
ITS SIMPLE ND PLAIN
IF I RETIRE you YOUNGINS
WOULD KNO WUT TO DO WIT DA GAME


(BUN B)
MAN I'm TO SERIOUS FOR DIS PLAY PLAYAZ
TO MUCH BREAD TO MAKE
FOR ME TO **** ALL MY TIME
ON THESE CATZ DATZ TO FAKE
THEY SAY TO MANY WAYZ
ND TOO MANY TO EM
You're HOMEBOY can't GET IT
I'm TOO READY TO DO IT TO EM
TO MANY GUN OUT HERE GET PULLED
TO MANY SLUGDES OUT HERE GET BUST
LEAVE you're BRAIN MATTER BONE FRAGMENTS
ND **** UP IN DA DUST
TO MANY *****S HAVE BEEN CRUSHED
TO LET you're ***** *** COME TRY ME!
GOT SMART GAME GOT GUN PLAY
You BE SCREAMING WAMMY!!
TO CLOSE DON?T GET BY ME
You're TO PRONE TO TELL
BOUT THESE BODIES WE CATCHIN
DIS DOPE DAT WE SELL
You're TO WEAK MAN TO FRAIL
TO LIGHT UP IN you're BRITCHES
You TO MUCH **** RIDE?N
MAN you WORST DEN THIS *****ES
KNO TO MANY SNITHCES
DAT you BREAK?N BREAD WIT
YOU TO CLOSE TO POLICE
FOR you WANT SUM BAD ****
SO you CAN GO HEAD WIT
DAT SELL WE won't BUY
I'm TO SMART FOR ALL DAT DUMB ****
You NUMBER BOYZ TRY ME
I'm TO TRILL


(ZERO)

IIIIIIIIIIIII I'm
TO TRILL TO TO TO TRILL
ALL ABOUT MA DOLLA BILLS
ND EVEN IF I TRIED
I CAN NEVER FALL OFF
TO MUCH MONEY ON MY MIND
IIIIIIIIIIIMMMMM
TO TRILL TO TOO TOO TRILL
ALL THIS PENITENTRI SKILLZ
ITS SIMPLE ND PLAIN
IF I RETIRE you YOUNGINS
WOULD KNO WUT TO DO WIT DA GAME


(BUN B)
MAN I'm TO SICK OF ALL THIS SWEET ****
CAUSE I'm C?N TO MUCH SMILING
TO MUCH FOR GAS POSING
ND PUNK *** PROVILNG
TO MANY *****S BE FRONT?N
LIKE DEY GOT DA TOWN ON LOCK
ND TO MUCH MONEY IN DA BANK
ND TO MANY HOES IS ON DEY JOCK
BUT you SMOKE TOO MANY OF DEM ROCKS
DAT you PRAYED ME YOU DONE SOLD
I've DONE BEEN OUT ON DEM BLOCKS
ND you ain't GOT TO MUCH CONTROL
MAN you're WORKERS ain't DAT KOO
MAN DEY SUM HOES
MORE UNLISTEN
ND DEY TO READY TO FOLD
CAUSE DEY can't TAKE TOO MUCH PRESSER
LET ME MASH ON EM
YES SON ,DEY IN VIOLATION
GO GET EM?
IT won't BE TO LONG FOR WE MOP UP DA FLOOR WIT EM
ITS RAP-A-LOT FOR LIFE
WE?VE BEEN DONE HERE TO LONG
FOR THESE HATERZ TO BRINGS US DOWN
WE TO RIGHT, DEY TO WRONG
TO BLACK ND TO STRONG
TO GO ON LIFE TO PRONG
TO READY FOR DA RUGTERS
TO CLOSE TO MY TRUNK
WE CAN POP OR WE CAN CHUNK
WE CAN BLAST OR WE CAN GO
FROM DA SHOULDERS
***** I TRIED TO TOLD YOU
BUT IF you ain't KNOW
***** I'm TO TRILL!

That's Gangsta

length: 3:52
[Chorus]
I'm a full time hustla posted on the block,
Got to get it how I live and I'm never going to stop.
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
When me ride through the hood you can here the bass knock,
All me girls them love me have me have city locked
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta

[Verse 1]
Mane I'm a gangsta, g-a-n-g-s-t-a mane,
A gangsta the best to come up out of PA mane,
A gangsta seldom seen but always heard,
A real gangsta more than just a 7 letter word,
A gangsta ain't ya clothes,
A gangsta ain't ya hat, your watch ring your chain naw a gangsta ain't that,
A gangsta can have that but he ain't got to show it,
Cause with or without it hes still gangsta and you know it,
From my head to my toe with it it ain't to hard to see,
Said I'm a gangsta ain't too many as hard as me,
You claimin g but you ain't gangsta jack
So tell all them fake gangstas I'm coming to take gangsta back.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Mane I'm a gangsta now let me tell you what that means,
See I'm a gangsta always got my mind on my green,
And I'm a gangsta always gon do what I got to do,
Unless it's giving game to police and sellin' out his crew,
That's something gangstas don't do a gangsta keep it trill
A gangsta do a crime he do his time on the real,
A gangsta don't squeal and tell on everyone he know,
Put a jacket on ya boy you ain't a gangsta yous a hoe,
A gangsta hold his homeboys down when they gone,
A gangsta put him back on his feet when he home,
A gangsta is a homeboy that never turn his back,
On another real homie and that's a well known fact
That thats gangsta

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Mane I'm a gangsta call me the hood superstar,
And I'm a gangsta ridin' in my candy painted car,
Cause see a gangsta always down to rep for his hood,
And to do a little bad so I can do a little good,
A gangsta don't forget where he came from
No matter where he go or where he been keep it gangsta till the end,
Cause I'm a gangsta and I'm a always love my city,
Make money but don't act like I'm above my city,
Cause gangstas will always give back to the ghetto,
And gangstas will never turn their back to the ghetto,
That's a fact in the ghetto, it's never been a lie,
So I'm a keep it gangsta till the day that I die.

Damn I'm Cold

length: 4:31
See when I got Mercedes money I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money I went and got that Bentley
Now if you ain't help me get it don't tell me how to spend it
And yes I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens
Mozzarella over *****es
So we call me them *****es cheese heads
Lambo leap in that ***** like them green bay
Lambo sweet look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three way four an' four makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve gauge
Friday the 13th that's the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too weak like fourteen days
I'm so clean why wouldn't I be
I be with Ben Frank so much he startin' to look like me
I'm a smoke my weed cause I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour four every time I pour
Like, was you saying something *****
If you talkin' bout us then you ain't talkin' bout ****!

I wake up this mornin' eyes half closed
And looked in the mirror and say damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoes
Pimp **** ***** keep payin' my hoes
Damn I'm cold man I'm cold
I say damn I'm cold
Hot damn I'm cold

When I got that slab money I put the Remy on blades
When I got that lac money
I candied the Escalade
Gotta screw on my deck
A house or two on my neck
A couple cars on my wrist
And ***** I'm ready to wreck
We bout to this for Pimp C
So pass me a bottle
I'm bout to pop the top on em
Like a slab or a model
Turn it upside down
And pour it out for my lil' bro
And pass me another one so I can pour out a little mo'
Fresher than osmium
Cleaner than wax floors
I'm slick as aluminum
Swingin' my lac doors
The Franklin's you foldin' them
We tryin' to stack those
Before you play the role
You gotta learn how to act, hoes!
Swingers and crank foes
And tippin' trunks of pain
Hangers give neck and hoes
And flip with nuts and hang
It ain't a thang
It never was and never will
I put that on my life
Bun B forever trill

**** you right all right
Going at your neck like a ****in' dog bites
I woke up this morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror and said damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp **** ***** keep paying my hoe
Damn I'm cold man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold

Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings?
Or the bracelet, face you feel the chill in yo veins
Could it be from Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne

Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs
Got on a couple gold chains so dang it dang
I swang a thang, from lane to lane
Yeah, its getting hot and you starting to feel the flame
Bun

It's getting brick and you starting to feel a breeze
And the temperature's going down
Best'a get you some sleeves
And you best'a get you some G's
Fore you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the north pole

Like brr
Machine gun brr
I am a beast grr
Money machine brr
F-U-C-K C-O-P's
I say I know when they say freeze
Yeah!

Ok you already knew
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry show
And I woke up this morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror like damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm cold
I say damn I'm cold
Hot damn I'm cold

You're Everything

length: 4:36
[Bun B]
Man fo' real I love being from the dirty south mane
It made me the G I am today
Made me the hustla I am today
The grinda, the baller, the gangsta I am today
A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin' from the south but we doin well and the south mane, but I'ma tell you like this, **** you dog this the south ***** we been, gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha ****in' where
Take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.

[Bun B]
It's that candy paint, 84s
Belts and buckles chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitched and tucked
TV screens and wooden wheels
Swade roof, neon lights
Whole tire swang and bang
Top drop, blades chop
Big wheel just hangin' man
White ts, fitted hats
Jordans under dickies (dickies)
That swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey
15s bamin
And the base keep kickin'
Cadillac do slammin'
On dem 4 4s tippin'
We ain't trippin' just flippin'
These haters dip when they see us (when they see us)
Cause they can neva beat us best us or be us
I'm a G thats a genius
Besta just respect my duggie man
It's the south, ain't nothin' above it and thats why I love it mane fo' real.

[Chorus]
Your everything I need
Do what you want me to (i'll do anything)
Get on my knees for you
What else is there to do (i don't know, I don't know, but I'll try)

[Rick Ross]
Pray at night, when you sellin' white
Got one key tryin' sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my ****
Yellow bones all in my ****
Honeycomb I call my crib
Money long, that's on my kids
I rock Peta, my uncle chad
UGK you can't **** wit' that
*****s fake, they hate my candy-paint
And all the paper that your partner make
Shakin' dice like a face of life
Champaign just ain't tastin' right
Haterade ain't Gatorade
Look at these seats, they gator made
Friend or foe *****s never know (know)
Never know when you finna blow

[David Banner]
Do you scrape up the curb
Then was sippin' some syrup
Then was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in that heard
But I handle my issue
I got several pistols
That won't whistle, missiles not grisled from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home
Till I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that ***** up alone
Put no lable but docking
Pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on heavy bustin' back at the crackin'
Ya'll know (Ya'll know)

[Chorus]

[8 Ball]
Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B
8 Ball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000
Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy
Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck
So So Def, Jermaine Depri
J Priss rap a lot
Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil Keke
Chamillionare, Paul Wall
We all different, but we all rep the same thang
God first, family then money in the south mane.

[MJG]
They call me pimp tight, MJG
The dirty south, it's everything I want, everything I need
Everything I'm hungry for
When I'm outta town gotta get home just for it
Everything that I been raised to love
The wheels that my Grandmamma gave to us
Racial profilin', police harass are regular days to us
You say door, we say doe'
You say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say ho'
You want more, but we want mo'
What else is there left for me to do
This the dedication from me to you
The south, I know you gonna see me through
So until I die, I wanna be with you
You're everything.

[Chorus]

I Luv That

length: 4:02
I luv that shit - [3X]

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
It's goin down like it always do
I'm about to hit 'em front door, front row with the crew
I pull up to valet in the '09 'cedes ('09 'cedes)
And turn the heads of all the fly ladies (fly ladies) (I luv that shit)
I lift the doors out (out), then lift the doors up (up)
Step out the car and the whole world slows up (up)
I show up like a certified pro
Lookin like slow motion when I heads to the door (to the door)
I walk right past the line to the rope
Everybody fall back like I'm the motherfuckin po'
And it's not even a question if I fittin to bring the strap in
They tried to pat me down but it ain't fittin to happen
Head to the bar, all eyes on B-da (on B-da)
From the haters and the fly mamacitas (mamacitas)
And trust me mayne when the club this thick
You ain't even got to ask - I luv this shit

[Chorus - Bun B (Unknown Female)]
The club is packed, the bottles is poppin {bottles is poppin}
We make it rain when the models is boppin, mayne (I luv that shit)
Ladies shakin they backs
And all the players and the pimps is catchin heart attacks, come on (I luv that shit)
Aiyyo DJ turn it up (I luv that shit)
You got a beat, then let's burn it up {burn it up}
You know we do it B-I-G
So come and holla at a player in the V-I-P

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
UGK we in the house fo's
ho'
We about to crank this thang up and you already know (already know) (I luv that shit)
We in the club lookin like new money
Put ya stunna shades on 'cause the ice too sunny (too sunny)
Me and my partners posted up at the bar
And we about to buy it out, for the price of your car (huh)
All the Ace of Spades, all the Rozay
All the syrup and white and Patron, okay? (okay?)
They sendin out ice buckets by the dozens (dozens)
I pass 'em out to my dogs and my cousins (cousins)
The whole club full of smoke and we buzzin (buzzin)
It's goin down in here mayne, you thought it wasn't?
Movin through the club like a conga line
See the baddest little bopper, legs long and fine
And she like "I love your ropes, are they solid gold or hollow B?" '
I tell ya in the VIP, mommie follow me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bun B]
No party like a trill ass party, 'cause a trill ass party don't stop (don't stop)
Mayne it ain't no shorty like a trill ass shorty, 'cause a trill ass shorty gon' drop (gon' drop)
Go on drop it down low to the floor, make it pop (make it pop)
I want to watch you wobble, show me what you got (what you got)
Now go on work that (work that), and twerk that (twerk that)
Now wiggle it around baby jerk that (jerk that)
Now toot it up (toot it up), and boot it up (boot it up)
I'm cocked and loaded and I'm a shoot it up (shoot it up)
Now grind it (grind it), dirty wind it (wind it)
Now back it up, while I get behind it (behind it)
Now go ahead and do your thang girl (girl)
Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl (girl)
And shake what your momma gave ya for daddy (daddy)
And maybe you can ride shotgun in the Caddy, come on

[Chorus 2X]


Swang on 'em

length: 3:21
We ride we ride 22s or betta'
We we ride we ride 22s or betta'
I swang on em swang on em [Repeat x2]

Now if I catch you at the light (i swang on em swang on em)
Dat candy paint ain't lookin' bright (i swang on em swang on em)
We ride we ride 22s or betta'
We we ride we ride 22s or betta'

[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this dirty south
Betta' watch your ears cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth
And they on them corners and they hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I got that purp and I got that brown and I got that green
When I'm in yo town and I hit your scene in a candy painted car that'll sit so clean
trunk on pout with the 5th on lean
Trill dvd playin' on my screen sittin' on cream
man you know what I mean

[Chorus]
Now if I catch you at the light (i swang on em swang on em)
That candy paint ain't lookin' bright (i swang on em swang on em)
We ride we ride 22s or betta
We we ride we ride 22s or betta
I swang on em swang on em [repeat 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 that paper and ain't no shortstop in my cash or checks
I get full of ana and get to standing up on these *****s necks
Betta show respect we pullin' out them tecs
Man I got dem mac's man I got dem k's
and I got dem nine's and I got them a's r-15's and them 22-trey's
Player wanna ride I'm a ride for days
no I don't miss and I sho' don't graze
Bring what you got and I bet it don't phase
I'm a trill *** ***** man it's in my ways

[Chorus]

[Lupe Fiasco]
Now I'm chi-town born and I'm chi-town bread
Call me west-side lu'
But I know about them north-side blue's and them south-side red's
I run the f&f crew
Till my man chilly-chill come home and he back on deck
My garage keep a very fast car keep a classic gold chain wrapped around my neck
Yea I came from the left but I'm down right fresh
Speak on
How you on the song bun b on
Complete 180 how crazy has he gone how strong is the brand of the d that he on
How come he do what he wanna neva' do what we want
I'm Rick James of this game
Need some wide leather couch for me to plant my feet on
The Murphy's didn't jump me
Told me to get comfy even brought the lil' seat for me to spill my drink on
Willy d gave me my stamp shout to Mike Jones and the swisha camp
The boy cali-on and the rap a lot ranch
The boss on the north and the peoples champ
Coolest ***** what coolest ***** what
Bein' swallowed by them city lights
Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life

[Chorus]

My Block

length: 4:16
[Chorus]
We run things round here
So I suggest you don't come around here
Boy you know you ain't from around here
So stand clear, And I'ma tell you what it is
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Oha We run things round here
Whoa This is my black right here
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Oha We run things round here
Whoa This is my black right here

Well hold on now little buddy
Pump your breaks slow ya roll
Ease back on your throttle
Put your plans on hold
I don't care what ya sellin'
Or care what ya sold
I don't know what they was tellin' you or what you been told
This my block I got it locked down cold
And all dis right here this is under my control
I could really give a damn about the name on the sign
Cause as far as I'm concerned this is mine
You crossed the line playboy
You might as well make love to a mirror cause you playin' with yourself
We raise hell, we go hard, don't make me bring the drama to ya momma front yard
This is my block

[Chorus]

See you from outta town, so you don't know the rules
Round here homie we don't suffer no fools
We don't play wit no kids unless we done made em
We don't talk to police unless we done paid em
It's a code in these streets, you better learn it
And we don't just give out respect, you gotta earn it
And we don't hustle cause we wanna, cause we have to
God 1st, fam next, and all the rest after
We make money not the other way around
So don't you play around or we will lay you down
Coming from PA the town the land of the trill
Play your cards right or get yourself shuffled on the real
This is my block

[Chorus]

See this is my B-L-O-C-K
My Streets, and I got em on L-O-C-K
I walk around wit G-L-O-C-K
And I'ma keep it on C-O-C-K, OK
I represent PA, the west to the east
And you don't wanna war everybody gotta a piece
You think its sweet. until you catch a cavity
And that heat'ell make yo *** defy gravity
So do the math, connect the dots
See if you wanna do it to yourself or not
Don't get to close, cause you might get shot
Just do yourself a favor, get the f**k up out the spot
This is my Block

[Chorus]

Get Cha Issue

length: 4:10
Paybacks a ************
This is where we take a journey called karma
What goes around comes back round
Especially in the rules of these streets
Its a bloody war in the rules of engagement
Eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
Justice in the eyes of a gangster

Hey, Mr. Preacher man what do you say,
See you out here tryin' to save yourself some people today
You got the good book in your and a robe on your back
Steppin' out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
You standin' up in the pulpit lookin' out at the peau
Preachin' the good word and tellin' Christian folks what to do
You talkin' bout the sinners and sinnnin' but lets keep it true
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you
Lets chapter this, first pact, pass the plate, pay your ties
Puttin' rings on your fingers and rims on your ride
You don't need a thousand dollar suit just pray in
Or a million dollar house for you to stay in
Marriage counseling but cheating on your own wife
Undercover pedifiler even in your own right
Let the door knob hit'cha where the good lord split'cha
You's a dirty ************ so its time to get cha issue c'mon

The good book say, he who is without sin cast the first stone
Man everytime I walk in the church house
The preacher cuttin' his eyes at me
For that though, he cant throw nothin' my way
He dirtier than I am
Ridin' down the street shinin', ballin'
Hollerin' at broads, hollerin' dudes on the cool
Thats why *****s dont go to church now
It ain't the message its the **********in' messenger,
Let us move on

Hey Mr. Policeman what do you say
I see you out here tryin' to save yourself some people today
You got the knight stick in your and the walkin' your beat
Or in the blue and white car drivin' down my street
You say you hear to help the people and do us some good
Protect and serve and try to keep some peace in the hood
Claim you crackin' down on the crime but lets keep it true
Cause the biggest criminals in my city is you
You know police brutality is at a all tiem high
Pumpin' 61 slugs into an unarmed guy
Try to say that he was sellin', had a **********in' hand gun
When you couldn't find one, you ************s plant one
Rampart scandal Tupac Shakur Christopher Wallace, you got me sick
But who got the cure,
If the PD went M-I-A we wouldnt miss you,
You some dirty ************s and its time to get cha issue c'mon

Look at this **** manj
I'ma do dewalla, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G
************s is dieing out here man
And if the poilice aint killin 'em
They don't give a **** about the weak,
Nobody tryin' to figure out who killed these people
Fat Pack, Big Hawk, the **** ain't right man'
Good cop, bad cop, the line blurring everyday, let us move on

Hey Mr. Politician what do you say?
I see yourself tryin' to save some people today
You tellin' us its time for a change people is dieing
And the current administration is doing nothing but lieing
You come down to my community and tell us your goals
To clean the system up and get the crisis under control
Claiming you get us on track but lets keep it true
The man ************s keepin' us off track is you
Damn near everybody runnin' is a member of the senate
And voted to send us to war, so yall gotta send it
Now the **** done hit the fan and now you tryin to say
You wasn't down from the jump, man this **** wont play
Yall some liars, stealer's, vallanderers and all
Got senate to suck your **** inside the bathroom stalls
Now elected officials lettin the **** kiss you
You's a dirty ************ so its time to get cha issue c'mon

Man I don't believe this ****
************s overseas dying in that war,
We jsut got rid of a prison and
Now he just wanna sit back and get his **** suck all damn day
Now we got **********in' elected people in office
In airport bathrooms suck ****,
Tappin' people on they feet and ****
Man whats this world comin' to, who lookin' out for the children
Education, social security, bring out people back from **********in' Iraq man
For real let us move on

Pop It 4 Pimp

length: 3:50
Shake it like you mean it [Repeat x2]
Shake it like you mean it girl,
Shake it like you mean it [Repeat x3]
Shake it like you mean it girl,
Shake it like you mean it

[Chorus]
All my H Town women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my Baton Rouge women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my ATL women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my Birmingham woman gone pop it 4 pimp

Pop it for pimp (go) [Repeat x8]

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now all my ladies to the dance flo'
It's time to do yo thang
You see the piece of chain
You see the pinky rang
Now this one ain't a joke
And this one ain't a game
You got to twurk for my baby brother
Now show no shame
You already know who you came for and why you came
And why you comin', you hear the 8 o 8 drummin'
Let a hata' hate woman, that's what they gon' do
Now pop it for the pimp you see a trill ***** want you
But you gotta be down to **** with me and my round
You ain't gon' pop it for the pimp, ***** get yo *** out of town
You got to take it off and let me see it, with no delay (with no delay)
And so if you miss the pimp let me hear you say
Come on

Pop it for pimp (go) [Repeat x8]

[Chorus]
All my women up in Philli' gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my St. Louis women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my Carolina women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my Las Vegas women gon' pop it 4 pimp

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Yea
I love the way you work the pole yea
You cold yea
Make a *****s spend is doe yea
You pro yea
I ain't finish I got more yea
To throw yea
You a fire and you know yea
It show yea
You gon' pop it 4 my ***** P-I, M-P
Cause he out there with my ***** B-I, and P-A-C
Streets **** with you and I can see why, you a G
You could pop a girl but after this, its you and me
It don't matta' if you got a day job or a strippa'
Shake it like you mean it ***** i'm a good tippa'
Its been a minute damn you done got thicka'
And that *** look betta' when a ***** on liquor

Pop it for pimp (x8)
Whoa whoa whoa

[Chorus]
All my woman up in Dallas gon' pop it 4 pimp
All Shadonuble women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All Cashville women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my MIA women gon' pop it 4 pimp

Pop it for pimp (go) [Repeat x8]

[Verse 3: Webbie]
GO! Keep it trill show them hairy *******
All the real bad *****es get down on the flo'
If you gon' do it good I throw a lil' dough
If you do a lil' betta' I throw a lil' mo
Make somebody tell the waitress we go'n need mo ones
Hit the room wit me and Bun, it'll be so fun
Big ******* big bun yea she a thugga
Pop it like a firecracker
Bet ya pimpin' love her
Take it off, spread it out, gon' head let it out
Don't be shy take yo time
Know ya momma had a fine *** daughta', I ain't lyin'
I beat it like its mine
Na I ain't sweet jones but I keep a freak on

Pop it for pimp (go) [Repeat x8]

[Chorus]
All my H Town women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my Baton Rouge women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my ATL women gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my Birmingham woman gone pop it 4 pimp

Good II Me

length: 4:48
[Bun B:]
Baby girl lookin' good, feel real thick
Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick
Lookin' for a real player to adore ya
But look no further, I'm the player for ya
Sittin' big on the 20-somethin' inch thangs
Leanin' on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs
Big piece, big chain with the big ice
You wanna roll? You ain't gotta ask the kid twice
Push a button, the do's open up for ya
I save the shotgun seat up in the trunk for ya
Stitch and tuck, so you know that I'm a boss
With the red candy paint lookin' like spaghetti sauce
You wanna floss with a G, keep it real
It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill
You either won't or you will
Just keep it one hundred with a player baby tell me how you feel
C'mon

[Chorus One: Mya]
People always talkin' bout, they be sayin' they be sayin they be sayin'
Your reputation, how you got a lot of hoes, but I don't really give a
I don't care what you did to them~! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be good!

[Bun B:]
You want me to be good, then I'm a be the best
And I'm a give you top shelf baby nuttin' less
Front do' to the, front row
Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know)
First class flights, penthouse suites
You want sushi? We go to Japan to eat
You want pasta? We fly to Milan
That's how it is in the life of a don
We eat fillet mignon in Pa-ris
That's how it is when you rollin' with a G
Your man want it but he ain't that rich
Trust me baby I can scratch that itch
Never call you a ***** when you act like a lady
You carry yourself like a woman and we gravy
Ain't no maybe, I know I can
Put the whole wide world in the palm of your hand baby

[Chorus 2: Mya]
People always tellin me, they be sayin they be sayin' they be
That you're a player
I don't care 'bout them other girls~! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be good!

[Mya:]
I said, I'll hold you down when you need me
I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around
I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right baby, oh

[Bun B:]
Girl anything you wishin' I can make it come true
Have you lookin' like a million dollars when you come through
With'cha Louboutin' shoes, or Jimmy Chu's
Giuseppe, Zanetti or whatever you wanna do (you wanna do)
Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci)
Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi)
Dolce and Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's)
Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's)
Maybe Fendi or Yves St. Laurent
Versace, KLS, or whatever that you want
It ain't a thang to buy you some Vera Wang
You gotta look like a Queen for you to be with the Kang
The fancy cars with the butterfly do's
Big mansion with the marble on the flo's
The world is yo's but here's the key
When I'm bein' good to you, be good II me

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2: with ad libs]

[Mya:]
In the morning
In the evening baby
If you treat me good I'm a gonna keep on comin' to ya
La la la la la lahhh
La la la la la lahhh
You're all that I know, just be good to me

Underground Thang

length: 4:28
[Chorus: x2 Chamillionaire]
Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the player hate the game.
Gotta love it man.
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turnin' lane, trunk on bang.
Cause its an underground thing cause I'm an underground king.

[Bun B]
Its Bun B the king of the Trill and I'm bringin the steel
Bringin' the maximum *****es that gangsta **** im bringin it back.
I went from slangin' the crack to slangin' the tracks and slangin' my skills
Since 92 and slangin' it still
So bring who you feel bring who you feeling
Bring em around and I'ma lay them down its just another sound boy killin'.
Rude boy wanna test better make sure rude boy got on his vest
Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest.
These monkey *****s on that monkey ****.
Best keep a revolver I boss like a gorilla and kill 'em with a revolver.
So go on pimpin you's a chimp and I'ma do that
You ain't ready for the blow-back
DJ you already do that
So bring who you wanna bring on I'ma go King Kong
I'll squeeze him till he come up off his cream like a ding dong.
Standin' on top of the towers the trans go beatin' my chest
So it's best you and your mans know I'ma underground king.

[Chorus: x2]

[Pimp C]
I'ma underground king for life, get my good and put in your wife
Tattoo thats you on a island ***** you a pig you buyin' the q.
Sound scan and short bro bump right like a tylo.
Fake price buy ice use it for the ton of snow.
Ball faced lier try to call me a snitch I ditch
The full population with a ball faced *****
If it wasn't for that Bun *****s might not know my name no more
But every time they gave me my mic he told them hoes to let me go.
DJ trippa suckin' on nipples pimpin on grands she playin' with ****
Pull that zippa she aint Twista she get money fast now its in her mouth
***** you know what I'm about if you silent I'm gonna ride
I run the south this is my house I tell the truth even when I lie.
Atlanta is the country and Georgia boys cool
Its all you out of town fagot *****s ****in' up all the rules.
That ain't blow thats reckon
That ain't dro thats popcorn
You ****in' right they comin' back
Like you sellin' it cheap cause they stepped on, *****

[Chorus: x2]

[Chamillionaire]
No reprise for the cars I'm stayin' up in the foreign.
Wanna wake up my neighbors and the other clicks in the mornin'
If me and Bun wasn't tourin' I swear the game would be borin'
If bein' fake was a felony all yall rappers be starrin'.
In Americas most wanted I missed that Pimpin' and Pac
So it seems that me and Bun B is the realest people you got
My paper chase gettin' faster I'm even beaten the clock.
When it comes to gs the tick tock is gonna get beat to the dock.
Gave birth to the hustle so let my fetus be shown
When I pull out them baby Benjamin's and I skeet on your dome.
I'm secreetin' the dough so don't leave your women alone
Ill turn my **** to a dollar and give your women a loan
My presence on the Texas streets is somethin' easy to spot
I'll assassinate concrete for the G's I'm bleedin' the block.
Boys'll see me on swingers and think its easy to plot
But I bet them boys behind me wont be beamin' up Scott.

[Chorus: x2]

If I Die II Night

length: 4:14
[Chorus: x2 Lyfe Jennings]
If a ***** die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my *****s ride for me
Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me

[Bun B]
Man I'm a real trill ***** (*****) I been out on them blocks
With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
Till it came back up and night came back around (around)
I did a lot of **** them late nights for the dough
Robbin *****z on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt
And sometimes I had to leave a *****'s **** up in the dirt
I ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)
I'd try to find another way instead of packin' nines
Totin K's and holdin' macs (macs)
But we know time ain't rollin' back
And hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin' jack
So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin'
And a young black man can lose his life over nothin'
If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin' real
Cause this bullshit hood **** is gettin' *****s killed on the real

[Chorus: x2]

[Bun B]
Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)
Or if I catch a ************ dippin' in the back (dippin' in the back)
Say if a ***** disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blam
I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)
And I'm a represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)
Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)
**** I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)
Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands
So my wife, and my momma and my children got cans (children got cans)
Cause once I'm gone who goin' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)
And do the same things for 'em that I did
Man I'd rather do a bid (bid)
At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)
Instead I'm reminiscin' bout the past (about the past)
***** don't know what he got, until he passes on
So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his *** is gone

[Chorus: x2]

[Young Buck]
We trappin' hard right across from the graveyard
I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job
*****s gettin' robbed so I'm ridin' with my A-R
They are, not sendin' tape what I done paid for (no)
Walkin' through the bricks on my Jena 6 ****
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)
We survived but most of us die for some bullshit
Go to church but the devil's standin' on the pulpit (damn)
*****s lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)
Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)
A street ***** livin' the street dream, I seen (for sho')
My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head
This what I said (yeah)

[Chorus: x2]

Another Soldier

length: 4:18
[Bun B:]
Remorse
Vengeance
Lost of a loved one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my mind
Fill my heart
My emotional pain
Can you feel it?
Naw
Can you feel it?
If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta

[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin' to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
**** that back
You don't wanna be (gone)
Another goner (gone)
In the game (gone)
Another soldier (gone)
In a grave (gone)
Bendin' corners (gone)
Finna bang (gone)
Another soldier (long gone)
In the grave (grave)

[Bun B:]
We are the mighty middle fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die

[Mddl Fngz:]
Yeah fat-boy slow, but a ***** ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a ***** on his d*ck
Open up the door, ***** standing like "sh*t"
Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit
***** I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin' with you partner then the choppa goin' piss
Shootin' up ya corner make a sound like "swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.

[Bun B:]
No the chopper goin' hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you goin' ****
Mddl fngz, strong click
Bun b, the strong spit
Put you six feet under
Why not have a long sit
Long walk, short pier
Mane have a long flip
Got the streets on lock
And got the yola on whip
Tell momma we comin' home so don't trip

[Mddl Fngz:]
If I tee, don't worry bout me
Momma I'm a g
I know how to handle *****s tryin' to come up on me
Tryin' to run up on me
Thinkin' you goin' try me
**** in a bag
Drinkin' through a iv
So appreciate ya breath
While you got some left
Ya life's a bi*ch
They got permanent pms
And my only fear of death is reincarnation
So it ain't sh*t for me to make you *****s er patients
Another soldier in the grave

[Chorus]

[B.a.n.d.i.t:]
Two nines, four clips
Prayin' that you *****s trip
Lookin' for some trouble
Finna bust you *****s bubble
And I don't give a **** about your happy meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs
So catch a square *****
And I won't budge
Don't plea bargain now, ***** save it for the judge
I might have you *****s lookin' like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna
Southwest got them soldiers
Some movin' doja
Some movin' x
But they mostly movin' yola
With guns in the holster
We never leave the toast'a
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? no suh
Pissin' on ya grave-site
Then get real ***** with it and go **** ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-t, shoot the soldiers like I shoot the dice

[Bun B:]
For my ***** bad *** bam, I'll open ya head
For young lo, I'll let that forty-four fill ya with lead
For big munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it
Behind sean wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the band I-t, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for k.s.o lot, I'll put the glock to ya back
Middle finger, this ain't a act
This uncut coke
Don't ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya bi*ch-*** smoked
We go for broke

[Chorus]

If It Was Up II Me

length: 4:57
I hear we livin' in the last days
Its revelation and you best get right with god
Or else is waitin', the world is comin' to an end
Everyday is a storm or a flood, tsunamis, this **** ain't the norm
We got Katrina and Rita minds keep collapsing
With the fires and mud slides, I'm like whats happenin'
Got the kids in the school gettin' raped and molested
Under-funded, unprotected no wonder they tested
And the lowest percentage rate,
In my city damn near the lowest in the state
You can equate that to the state funds
That ain't breakin' down right,
Rich districts get more and poor ones less, and it just don't sound right
So I'm fittin' to pound right on the doors of my city hall
And kick them doors down, they killin' my city yall
We need to get my people back to where they should be
And since nobody else is gonna do it its gonna have to be me

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
If it was up to me,
No gun, no crack, or whore could of comin' in our community
If it was up to me,
You couldn't have no war between Tupac and B.I.G
If it was up to me,
They couldn't lock up Shyne and they couldn't lock up Emcee
If it was up to me,
You wouldn't have no aids and you wouldn't have no H.I.V

First of all the projects is ****ed up
And it ain't just with the drugs,
We got more problems than just the dealers and thugs
They using lead based paint, and investments is killing us
We tell 'em to fix it up but they just ain't feelin' us
They rather kicks us out and tear it down to the ground
So they can put up a parking lot, a mall, or some condos
Condemn the whole place cause if you sell crack
**** the rest ain't do nothin' wrong, what the ****s up with that
They say one rotten apple can spoil the whole bunch
But we talkin' bout some people not apples, this ain't lunch
Make me wanna punch a politician dead in his face
You say you represent my district, get your *** on the case
Development is good for the hood yeah thats what you tellin' us
But ***** you on the pay roll of the builders and developers
**** what you sellin' us, pipe dreams for suckers
You can take that around the corner to them other ************s man

So much youth they sacrifice
Just to live in paradise
Play they tricks and tell they lies I know
Its hurting to see how they treat the poor
They have so much and still they still want more
I see my people everyday on the floor

[Chorus]

Its time to educate the people man, free school and college
So everybody cross the border can get the same knowledge
education leads to jobs and jobs kill poverty
And no more poverty means we makin' money obviously
Everybody makin' money everybody smilin'
************s ain't eatin', them ************s wildin'
Matter fact speakin' of eatin' lets feed the homeless in America
Let these ************s handle their own ****
How am I gonna clean your house, and mine still dirty
How am I gonna feed your kids, and mine still thirsty
And speakin' of the kids we need to spend some more time with 'em
Cant turn 'em loose in the streets, cause they dying in 'em
And all this naked *** sex man you trippin', **** love
Im livin life you aint gonna catch your boy slippin'
You say your boy trippin', I'm just keepin' in it G
Cause you could see how good the world would be if it was up to me

[Chorus]

So much youth they sacrifice
Just to live in paradise
Play they tricks and tell they lies I know

Trill Talk

length: 0:14
Dedicated to the best that ever did it, my little brother
Just so the whole world know
Man I love you, I miss you, I can't wait to see you again man
I know you watchin over me from above man
For real, got a real angel lookin out


Angel in the Sky

length: 4:57


They say its always darkest before the dawn and that you don't know what
you had until it's gone I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong and
thats why I gots to write this song now come on now come on say man
I thought it would of been a long time for us and many more years on
the grind for us I thought the future held a lot for us both and it was
brighter we were super tight but finna be super tighter I guess I just
assumed we had more time for us to make more music and write more rhymes
but never in my life could I ever have seen that I would ever have to
lose the other half of my team (for real) and take away the glitter
the gold and the gleam say man I wonder to myself what does it all
really mean nothing without the people you love say man I miss my
brother but I know he's looking down from above and thats an angel

Verse 2:
It all began on Shreveport Ave sittin off in the den making beats
and puttin paper to pen we was determined to win and you couldn't
tell us different Mama West was cool with it but Monroe kept trippin
it seems just like yesterday sometimes sittin in ya bedroom writing
dumb rhymes man you makin beats on the insonic and we was smokin dirt
weed cause it wasn't no chronic I sitll remember when we started the
crew it was me Mitchell Queen Jamal Jackson and you started out as
4BM but then we ended with two thats when we introduced the world
to the U to the G tot the K Underground Kings DJ Byrd Pimp C and
Bun B we kept it G say word who woulda known back in 92 in 2008
I'd have to write this song sayin I miss you but its true

Verse 3:
Just for the record let me go ahead and say I love my brother Pimp C
and man I miss him everyday yeah my heart still hurts and the pain
still fresh but imma put God first to keep that pressure off my chest
and remind me that I'm blessed to have had him as a friend a ride or
die homie that was with me til the end real talk man we was closer than
kin and I know that I'll never have a partner like that again so Chad
Butler I just want you to know I keep ya memory close I'm never lettin
it go and they gon always remember that you was here mayne cause imma
make'em remember thats why I'm here mayne yeah it's still hard and I still
cry but you and God keep me strong so imma still try reppin this UGK
now won't I cause through your music you live forever so Trill don't die

Chorus:
There's an angel in the sky watching over me (X2)

Ending Chorus:
I know your watching over me last night I saw you in my dream at the
crossroads I'll see you there my friend my brother til the end can't
wait to see you again save a place in heaven for me theres an angel
in the sky watching over me

II Trill Talk

length: 0:07
We miss you
Chadler Mon Butler
The best that ever did it
Still UGK for life!


Keep It 100

length: 4:36
[Chorus]
All day and all night
***** anytime you see me I'ma keep it super tight
I'm an underground king reppin' UGK
Don't give a damn what a ************ say
I'ma keep it (100)
All night and all day
***** anytime you see me I'm reppin' PA
This is UGK for life long live Pimp C
And I'ma never let a ***** pimp me
I'ma keep it (100)

Cause its all that I've ever known
All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown
Get your **** together clone
Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop
And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe
I heard your album man if thats what you call it
Another gangster fairytale for that **** we ain't fallin'
All you talkin' bout is slangin', bangin', bussin', and ballin'
But I ain't see your scary *** all star in New Orleans
I'm gettin' tired man this **** is gettin' older than moses
***** *****s always poutin' with poses
But all it really shows is how hard you ain't
A ***** bust your *** in mouth you probably faint
Not from the power of the punch, but the shock
Cause you a coward and *****s gonna devour your lunch
A bunch of *****s done tried, but ain't too many don't it like me
Its Bun B the G and I'ma keep it one hundred

[Chorus]

Cause thats exactly what the trill do
Ain't nobody tellin' me what I wont or I will do
If I don't feel you,
You lucky that I don't kill you
Leavin'you leakin' till your out of mildew for real dude
I got this skill to don't make me have to show it
Cause it'll be over before you know it
You get one shot and I suggest you don't blow it
If I do it I overdue it make you have to goin' sew it
I'ma revolutionary black pistol
You ****in' with fire, **** around and get a blister
I **** with a poppa then **** around and hit a sister
I'm an underground king ************ call me Mister
Kilogram, Mr. Woodgrain, Mr. Brick,
And unless you the Mrs. get off the Mr. ****
Cause this the **** that have ************s runnin' for the hills
From the king of the trill, cause I keep it one hundred

[Chorus]

Cause now a days ************s lie
Some to the face, some cant even look you in the eye
Some in this place, some just have left, and some just comin' by
A little later probably a little hater
And they goin' feel the faders
Tryin' to prove they the greatest
And they still gonna be wronger than ****, so holla later
I'm leavin' I'm not a waiter
But ill end up serve you, tryin' to step up to the likes me, why the nerve of you
Well I never and I do declare
I'm bout to **** the game up now its best you prepare
Put on your bib cause I'm fittin' to be spittin'
That hot fire so you better bring mittens
Cause yous a ***** and your partner is kitten's
I do 'em and when I'm done they be like no he didn't
Get your toilet paper ***** cause I'm fittin' to be shittin'
Diariadict on haters with no quitin' and I'ma keep it one hundred

[Chorus]