Trill O.G. Album

Artist(s): Bun B

Cover Art

Bun B Trill O.G. Cover Art

Tracklist

Chuuch!!!

length: 4:46
producer: Steve Below

Ah yeah
2010 and we still rolling
You know Bun
My dad used to tell me every time he thought he knew it all
Something new would come up
So at this time let's welcome
Drake, the newest member to the family
Whom my son, J.S. prince discovered
Make no mistake the army is behind us
Now Bun I've been labeled as a quiet storm
And it maybe true
But I've been watching a genius at work on this album
And without further ado, yo pimp give us your blessings
(Chuuch)

Yeah
I'm back baby and better than I ever was
I got the streets on fire so forget a buzz (buzz)
I ain't tripping on sounds scan a beat D.S
It's easy to find with or without your G.P.S. (s)
And now we riding next
Biden on Obama
Go ask the hustlers, the gangsters, ask your mama
And they'll tell you the best that ever did it
Is still in here doing it, you can't **** with it
And I'm a hit it on the head with a hammer
Repping H-town like five slam a jam
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready bro
Well you already know
On your mark, set, ready, go (go)

I came to tell the truth,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth (top notch *****)
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth (hold up)
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing (chuuch)

Yeah
We back baby and better then we ever was
It's U.G.K. so quit acting like we never was
You see the crew is too trill and in effect
If Rap a lot is rolling with us
We fittin' to wreck
So ask him Tip, ask Hova, ask Diddy
Go ask Yeezy, Jeezy, ask Fiddy
And they'll tell you I'm through when I spit it
It's still in here doing it, you can't **** with it
And I'm a hit it in the chest with the nina
Repping H-Town like James Prince Senior
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready bro
Well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go (go)

I came to tell the truth,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth (top notch *****)
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth (hold up)
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing (chuuch)

Yeah
It's back baby and better than it ever was
That dirty south ****
That you can only get from us
That H-town, slow down, drop the screw music
And it ain't going no where so get used to it
Go ask Trey, ask Paul Wall, ask Roll
Go ask Cooper, ask Slim, they already know
And they'll tell you they ready to represent it
It's still in here doing it, you can **** with it
And I'm a hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee
Repping P.A.T like a young Pimp C
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready bro
Well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go

I came to tell the truth,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth (top notch *****)
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth (hold up)
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing (chuuch)

I came to tell the truth,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it
Let the congregation sing
(Chuuch)

Trillionaire

length: 4:07
producer: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
mixer: Leslie Brathwaite
I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill *****s don't stop
Man I'm goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

OK, let's get this **** crackilatin' ('latin)
No more procrastinatin'
They they told me Bun don't hesitate
Don't keep these buses waitin' (waitin')
I'm puttin' egos and chicken
I'm so e-musculatin' ('latin)
People stop and stare
And say damn this *****s fascinatin'
We blowin' dro' up in the air
You smell it that's the fragrance (fragrance)
I got the focus got the heart
And I got the patience (patience)
You hatin' ***** get off my ****
Look like you want some gay **** (gay ****)
I'm tryina' take this to the mountain top
Appalachians ('lachian)
But it's a rocky road
And I'm still movin' up and ain't no movin' us
So keep that pushy get ta movin' bra (for real)
You might be new to me
But you know why 'ain't new to you
Go ask the white boy
They say he totally tubular
****in' bad *****es rub my **** against their uvula
Every time I hit the streets
It's like a ****in' movie bra
You know what I do to ya
Send gladiators through to ya
They gon' leave you chopped up
Like they was D-J screwin' ya

Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill *****s don't stop
Man I'm goin' harder
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

OK, let's get this **** poppin' off (off)
From the go, know I'm a boss (boss)
I don't **** with lames
And do my dirty ***** without a lose (lose)
I keep it pimpin' fliest
Hoes come in and out to loft (loft)
When you get fettuccine
You gon' need a lot of sauce (sauce)
I guess my Gucci on, my baby
Likes a lotta Prada (Prada)
She goin' shopping 'til she drops
She know that daddy got her (got her)
But she not shotgunnin' a slab
Oh no I got a shada (shada)
He keep that shotgun in his lap
And roll without denada (denada)
He keep his eyes wide open
He's a hater spotter (spotter)
And when they roll up on me wrong
Then he's a hater dropper (dropper)
And he don't mess around
With *****s tryin' to play the poppa' (poppa')
He keep it gangster *****
He gon' go and spray the chopper (chopper)
'Cause I don't roll with fake
People in a never will (will)
I represent the G-code
To the lead steel
Don't make me have to draw down
Whenever read appeal
Then you gon' understand
And Bun B is forever trill

Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill *****s don't stop
Man I'm goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made oh

(Do you swear to keep it gangster?)
Gangster than a ************ trill until I D-I-E
**** these other suckas
(What's your message to the fakers?)
They throwin' rocks and hidin' hands
It don't really matter
This the dirty south we ridin' men
(How long you been up on that trill ****?)
Since the day they made me and from a baby
Until today they never play me
(Eh throw your hands up)
For P-A-T and your town
Ain't don't need to slow down
Baby boy, it's about to go down

Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill *****s don't stop
Man I'm goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

Just Like That

length: 4:16
producer: Drumma Boy
Yeah! (Just like that!)
Yeah, that real **** *****!
Yeah!
Whats up?
Jizzle!
H-town!
Bun! (whats up?)
You had to go **** with' ya homie, right? (You know it, Jee'!)
Well we have *****s!
Drop that! (G.A.D.A.!)
We 'bout ****, *****!
Yeah!
It's goin' down! (Haha, let's go!)

Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (those)
Know them things come out them glass pots!
Yeah, we sold those!

Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
Just like that! (Yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
I said we 'bout that! (Yeah!) Yeah you know we 'bout that!

Say man I'm cleaner than a whistle,
***** shaper than a sickle! (sickle!)
My Cadillac is candy
and my Desert Eagle nickle. (nickle!)
Plated *****s hate it! (hate it!)
There's nothin' they can say though
When I hit 'em with the pressure (pressure!)
They leakin' out the play dough! (play dough!)
From way back in the day yo (day yo!)
they know I put it down
Had a pocket full of stones
got ta sewing up the town! (town!)
Been at it since the 90's
in the ghetto with them pounds
And them bricks hittin' licks
and fillin' heaters with them rounds!
Paid the cost to be the boss!
I can show ya the receipt fo' it
Trillest in the game, every ***** in the streets know it! (fo' sure!)
Bun B and Jizzle back in bidness
Cause the sign on (the dough!)
That's what the **** we got our mind on so grind on! (let's go!)

Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (those)
Know them things come out them glass pots!
Yeah, we sold those!

Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
Just like that! (Yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
I said we 'bout that! (Yeah!) Yeah you know we 'bout that!

Sometimes I ask myself, "Say Jizzle how ya doin'? " (doin'!)
Yeah you know you be about tha money, your persuin'! (persuin'!)
Pursue that paper like them yellow bricks from H-Town (H-Town!)
Just take off the yellow tape! (yeah, yeah!)
Now ya sellin' H-Town's! (yeah, yeah!)
Watch the beat break down,
long way from break town (yeah!)
On my way to A-Town!
Long way from H-Town! (haha!)
***** I'm 'bout that!
***** you know I'm 'bout that! ('bout that!)
They say "They 'bout that! " (yeah!)
But I really doubt that! (yeah!)
You know I live this (live this!)
love this (love this!)
thug ****! (thug ****!)
Did a song with Kanye!
Still talkin' drug ****! (yeah, yeah!)
Even though it's drug **** (drug ****!)
Still makin' club ****! (club ****!)
***** you know I'm 'bout that! (yeah!)
And them *****es love this! (yeah!)

Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (those)
Know them things come out them glass pots!
Yeah, we sold those!

Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
Just like that! (Yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
I said we 'bout that! (Yeah!) Yeah you know we 'bout that!

That's right! My mind is on my money
and my fingers on a fat knot
Eyes is wide open and my ears is to the black top!
Came up in the trap spot!
Posted with that crack rock
From the streets to the studio,
now I got this rap locked! (locked!)
Back then they didn't want me! (want me!)
But now they all up on me! (on me!)
Big lips they fall up on me
dime *****es crawl up on me!
Yeah, I used to call ya "homie"! (homie!)
Now we just acquaintances! ('ces!)
You broke the G-code *****, you need gangsta maintenance!
Step ya game up!
Matter fact get a Escalader! ('lader!)
Somebody call the swag police
to come arrest this hater!
Butter block or Ferrari's! ('Raris!)
And Porsche's with the double doors (doors!)
C-T-E! U-G-K we hit ya with a double dose!

Y'all gon give me my respect, cause I earned that! (earned that, *****!)
Even though it's an expensive (what's happenin'?)
Pound we stil burnin' that! (burnin' that!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (Bun, I got ya, homie!)
Know them things come out in glass pots!
Yeah, we sod those!

Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!) (just like what, *****?)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!) (haha!)
Just like that! (yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!) (Whats up?)
I said we 'bout that! (yeah!)
Yeah you know we 'bout that!

Put It Down

length: 4:32
producer: Boi-1da
writer: The‚ÄźDream, Omen, 40, Drake
Now when it come to making money,
I'm a printin' press (Press)
When it come to being "Trill",
I'm a litmus test,
Run it like a fitness test. (Test)
And when it come to making hist'ry,
I'm like Jo son (Son)
A million ways to die,
You already chose one! (One)
A million dollars stacked,
It sounds like a good beginning ('ginning)
We on the top now
Go back and tell the hood we winning! (Winning)
And while ya there let 'em know
I did it just for them! (Them)
I made them cough the cash up
And left them just the phlegm. (Phlegm)
Is that the "King Of The Trill"?
Go tell 'em, "Yes, it's him! " (Him)
And his testosterone is up who's got the estrogen. ('gen)
I like your girl and I think she like me even more (More)
I hit her with that heave and hoe
And them I'm leaving bro. (Bro)
The Dirty South's finest!
And Dirty South's behind us!
Now that's a plus on the report card, not a minus!
Keep your security blankets because I'm not your lighters
You got a problem with us,
You know just the spot to find us!

Uh! Since your telling on me tell the world 'bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you that I
Put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!
I just bought a car!
The ***** Pimp owned it!
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it, how
I put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!

They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind
Southern superstar status (Status)
I elevate the grind! (Grind)
My time is money,
So I put some money on my time (Time)
Lightening on the Breitling
So exciting when you see that shine. (Shine)
We on that level,
That's before it's never even thought of (Thought of)
I broke my bread and fed the team just like the Holy Father. (Father)
I helped the blind to see and kept it G just like I oughta (oughta)
The only thing that's left for us to do is walk on water. (Water)
We playing all four quarters, 'til the clock expire ('pire)
So 'til I see the ref waving, I will not retire! ('tire)
My flow is still official! ('ficial)
And I still got the fire (Fire)
Can't take your eyes off me (Off me)
Like when you watch "The Wire".
And in '0-10 (10)
we finna go in (In)
So let the opposition know there is no win (Win)
And I am no friend! (Friend)
So put your hand down!
And tell 'em, "Stand down!" (Down)
Before it's man down. (Down)

Uh! Since your telling on me tell the world 'bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you that I
Put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!
I just bought a car!
The ***** Pimp owned it!
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it, how
I put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!

'Round! I got a hundred girls in each phone
Drizzy Drake man! Young Sweet Jones.
I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on,
I know you can't bring every single one you meet home.
Home sick just when I thought I was sick of home
Losing track of time, everyday we switching zones.
Drizzy Hendrix, I'm just backstage getting stoned
Thank Me Later man, a million copies shipped and gone.
Overboard *****! I'm quoted more *****.
Results are in I guess you should have voted more, *****.
Swimming in the money, y'all just float ashore *****
Never drowning what the **** you think this boat is for, *****.
Yeah, I'm quick to take an R'n'B diva out
I'll bring some friends, she bring some friends that know what we about.
And when it's done, I'll put some slippers on and see them out.
And tip the driver to make sure he take the scenic route.
I swear these women living like they tryna write a book after
But I'm just trying to keep it G for my chapter.
Listen to my words! See just what I mean!
Rest in peace to Chad Butler everyday I'm riding clean!

Uh! Since your telling on me tell the world 'bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you that I
Put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!
I just bought a car!
The ***** Pimp owned it!
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it, how
I put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!

Uh! Since your telling on me tell the world 'bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you that I
Put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!
I just bought a car!
The ***** Pimp owned it!
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it, how
I put it down!
Put it down!
You know how I put it down!
Put it down!
E'ry time I come around!

Right Now

length: 3:33

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
U, she got the whole world, in her jaws
When she feel it tighten up, don't stop and don't pause
I got the whole game, in my head
Don't fuck for recreation but I'm good in the bed
Tony Snow, I keep big blow
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low
But I don't wanna 'less she goin' out on the grind
Check-in with the choosin' fee and I'ma knock her from behind
I make a bitch bleed the block
With a certified knot and a platinum cock
The pimpin' didn't stop, even when the bids died
We just kept on gettin' high, puttin' dick up in they eye
Dick up in they ears, dick up in they nose
Ass, pussy, mouth, I'm fin' ta fuck in every hole
Put it between they titties and between they toes
That's how a gushy gush out when ya bitch get chose

[Hook: Trey Songz]
You know, and I know, we need to get right
I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece until I cum, no one can stop me
My bump and grind'll do ya everytime
Come get a blast of this thug passion that'll blow your mind, hey
Throw up your legs, wrap them shits around my back
It's a Westside thang, fuckin' hoes around the map
Walkin' down 125 while I'm peepin' down hotties
And they, seduce my jimmy, out and screamin', "Gimme body"
Make 'em all scream my name out, gimme my props
And don't ya, love how this thug nigga, be at the cot
I'm at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin' caramel bitches play
Get with real niggas, bullshit'll never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c'mon

[Hook: Trey Songz]
You know, and I know, we need to get right
I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Look here shawty, lemme tell you what the game is
And while I'm at it, lemme tell you what my name is
Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls
When I pull out my piece, it make the girls all pause
Y'allz, niggas, better recognize
When ya bitch choose me, shouldn't come as a surprise
Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes
And I'ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs
God damn, that's what you call a home run
I knock it out the park when I give her the long one
It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady
First I'ma get me some becky and beat up the belly
When the sheets start shiftin' and the bed starts rockin'
And the headboard's bangin', playa don't come knockin'
It's a grown folks party, we don't need no kids
And I ain't tryna blow you up, but gurl yo pussy the shit

[Hook: Trey Songz]
You know, and I know, we need to get right
I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now

[Outro: Trey Songz]
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
SONGZ
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
SONGZ

That's a Song (skit)

length: 0:24

That's a song, man. That's a song that make you feel like you need to go somewhere else with it. You wanna hit repeat on the radio stereo, on your ipod, you wanna run that shit back. Run it back... What did he just say, and have to say it again. That's what I talking about, right dog?

Countin' Money

length: 3:34
producer: DJ B-Do
(**** a rubber band a ***** need a buncha' birds)
(**** a rubber band a ***** need a buncha' birds)
(**** a rubber band a ***** need a buncha' birds)
(**** a rubber band a ***** need a buncha' birds)

[Chorus]
Money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all day

Say mane, no matter where I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair ***** change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But *****s countin' money all day ****in' long

[Chorus]

Money totin', pistol carrying young ***** thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stupid swag
Rubber bands, duffel bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stupid cash
Maserati for the watch, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this money here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows
Count money all day, count money all night
Just know I'm wit' my paper, so I got my paper twice
I be lonely wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over *****es
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen

[Chorus]

It's me Gucci
I'm the **** ***** you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then ***** you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico,
Yo' girlfriend I'm a freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, you down best leave us to believe us
I own the team I play for, plus I coach 'em I'm the center
The hottest rapper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
A coward dies a million times a soldier dies with uno
So tune into East Atlanta uh,
Please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down back up
In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don't you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry
Ccause my neck look like the Mardi Gras

[Chorus]

Speak Easy

length: 4:03
producer: Big E

Lights, Camera, Action

length: 3:34
producer: Steve Below
Well its Bun B performin' live, one night only (one night only)
Come on through and kick it with your trill homie
Showtime's midnight, we ready as we gonna be (be)
A packed house and you know it's all on me (me)
You've seen the flyers, zone in the mix, now you wanna get in the mix
It's cool, get in line and get ya tixs (tixs)
But don't forget to buy your VIP pass
So you can get a picture (picture), soon as you see me pass (me pass)
And when we pull up to the back door
And they know the King of the trill is in the building, it's a wrap bro
Go DJ, let 'em know we in the house
It's official, we came to turn it out, no doubt

We need lights (lights), so you can see me live on stage
We need cameras (huh), put me on your Facebook page
We need action (what?), happens when you pass me the mic
And I can give the people just what they like
Well alright

We need lights (lights), cameras, action, it's on
We need lights (lights), cameras, action, it's on
We need lights (lights), cameras, action, it's on (action, it's on)
O-o-on (on), o-o-on (on)

We in the dressing room posted
Drinks in the air get toasted, sweets in the air get roasted
Promoters askin' for a signed poster
Take a picture with my wife, get a little closer (little closer)
Now say 'cheese' (cheese), we smile, wait a second, laugh (laugh)
I ain't trippin' (trippin'), long as I got my second half (half)
And Below's noddin' (noddin') and Nina's all good
So I pour some 'II Trill', take a shot to the noggin
Couple Texans in the house (house), some Rockets and some 'stros too (too)
They representin' for the city like they 'sposed too (too)
I hear the opening act, it's on it's last song
Gladiators buy 'em up, time to mash on

Alright y'all, it's about that time (about that time)
The DJ tells the crowd yo and he ain't lyin' (he ain't lyin)
This is the moment that we all been waitin' on
Real recognize real, nobody got they hatin' on
It's showtime and the venue off the chain (chain)
Wall to wall people and they crunk for me mayne (crunk for me mayne)
We backstage gettin' ready for the crowd
Ask 'em who they wanna see, they say my name real loud (loud)
They make me feel proud after all these years
We can still pack the place, hearin' all these cheers (cheers)
Say a little prayer as I drop to one knee (knee)
Comin' to the stage, give it up for Bun B

I Git Down for Mine

length: 4:07
producer: Steve Below
I do this **** for Pimp C ***** (*****), so what the **** is up? (up)
Step roll *****z still take your ****in nuts (nuts)
UGK "4 Life" ***** (*****), none shife ***** (*****)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife ***** (*****)
No more days *****, I ain't got the time
I got *****es on my **** (****) and money on my mind (mind)
The South is on my back (back), I told it like Atlas
And you can never pack this (why?), you ain't had the practice
Crack ****, street talk, hood life, thug ****
All that and then some, started this drug ****
Cookies we cooked that, highway we did that
Paper we stacked that, bodies we hid that
Rich wrapped and packed up and stamped with the logo (with the logo)
Now we got it hoppin just like a pogo, poppin like the popo (damn)
Word to my D.C. *****z on Go-go
Ask 'em, they know bro (fo sho)

[Chorus]
'Cause you know what it is (is), you ain't got to ask (ask)
We gettin' down to biz (biz), ***** do the math (math)
Somebody check the clock (clock) and tell 'em what the's time (time)
'Cause I'm a trill ***** (*****), I get down for mine (mine)
I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
'Cause I'm a trill ***** (*****), I get down for mine (mine)
I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
'Cause I'm a trill ***** (*****), I get down for mine

Prime time player (player), first class flyer (flyer)
High life liver, luxury good buyer
I'm a modern day pariah ('riah), tell it like Richard Pryor (Pryor)
And won't stop rockin' 'til I retire ('tire)
So call me 'siah, the Underground King (King)
I'm known to let 'em hang to the floor, it ain't a thing (thing)
The first one to swing (swing), the first one to bang (bang)
These ***** *****z sweet, I think they sippin' on the Tang (Tang)
Dang, that's when "keepin' it real goes wrong" (wrong)
Singin' the same old song, take off your thong (thong)
Say you wanna get like me, then try harder (try harder)
It's more than just some gangsta Nikes and a Starter (and a Starter)
You got a father? I know he ain't proud (proud)
He probably wished he would of pulled out, no doubt (no doubt)
You've been a ***** since birth, no lie (lie)
And you gon' be a ***** on the day that you die (that you die)

[Chorus]

I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (mine)

You ************s ain't ready for the return of original trillness (naw)
Imitated, never duplicated on some real **** (****)
I pull your card, then I pull the steel (steel)
And then I pop it, now tell me how them bullets feel (feel)
Kneel (kneel), *****es say I got that whip appeal ('peal)
When they see me ridin' on candy, grippin' wheel (wheel)
Oh (oh), not goin' for bad, ***** I'm goin' for broke (broke)
And you already know it's fire when you see the smoke (smoke)
You already know it's fire even before we spoke (spoke)
And you know you gonna see the gun fire when he loc (loc)
And like a beast spoke, splash on 'em and smash on 'em
Then fire up the swishy sweet and leave the ash on 'em
'Cause Bun B is a winner, put your cash on 'em
Or cash out, 'cause I'm layin' his *** out (out)
Soon as I pass up (up), that's when they pass out
***** I'm the first goin' in and I'm the last out (out)

[Chorus]

Snow Money

length: 4:34
producer: Steve Below
Say mayne, I had this ***** *** ***** come up to me the other day
You know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout "say Bun B
Bun B you gon' rep for P-A on this album?"
I said "you ***** *** *****, I am P-A, who the **** is you *****?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas to the fullest
Who the **** know you *****?
Don't nobody know you but your mama ho *** *****
Move around *****
I'm some on P-A ****, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?"

P-A trill *****, I was born ready bro
Our here on the grind, rain or shine, for the fetti bro
Work comin' in and movin' out with the steady flow
Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go
Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe
And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough
Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico
Late night, come across the border in the Chevy ho
Get it for the low, if you need a plug, let me know
I get it from him, you come to me for the petty coke
That's the way the cycle go around like a merry go
Round, put it down for my town, they already know
Every time I try to get away, I can't let it go
Plush lifestyle, fly cars and the pretty hoes (pretty hoes)
So play your distance by scenario (what's up?)
Load up the van, let's hit the highway, here we go (here we go)

[Chorus]
We hit the road and get the snow money
Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money
Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money
Then get back up on the road and get mo' money
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')

You know it's "UGK 4 Life" and I'm a ride for that
Disrespect the game and I can't let you slide for that
It don't really matter where ya people try to hide ya at
'Cause I'm a find ya, pull up behind ya, apply the MAC
Milli on the really, (I'm a G), bonafide for that
Talkin' down on the Underground, you get denied for that
Where I come from, lot of ***** *****z died for that (where?)
Port Arthur, Texas, I got a lot of pride for that (huh)
So when we hit the road, haters better hide your hat (why?)
We hittin' licks with them bricks and them ninety packs (damn)
I hit this over twenty bro, it ain't no lie to that
Sting 'em for 300K and now I got to ride it back (so what ya doin'?)
I'm lookin' for the laws, where ya hidin' at? (I see 'em)
Pull me over, I'm the decoy, fly for that (let's go)
Oh yeah, I'll take the speeding ticket, where ya sign for that?
'Cause the dope and money never in the car I'm ridin' at (ride it back)

[Chorus]

And now we back up in the hood, where we 'sposed to be
In the back, countin' up them stacks that we 'sposed to see
***** *** *****z (*****z), ain't even gettin' close to me (at all)
They know I'd have they mama prayin' with a rosary (for real)
And I'm a put another hole where they nose should be
If they ever think of the position of opposin' me (damn)
A couple rounds plus a thought that probably froze 'em
we gon' lay a ***** down 'cause we (Feenin') like we Jodeci (hold up)
They on the streets talkin' 'bout that they exposin' me (what?)
Exposin' what? I'm a open book, close it G (close it)
You talkin' tough but we know you just posin' see
And I'm a leave 'em stiffer than a mannequin (with holes in he)
You ain't friends, then you foes with me
And we can go to war definitely *****, not supposedly
I'm not your average, I'm the chosen G
And if your money ain't snow money, best to get it frozen G ('cause we)

[Chorus]

Ridin' Slow

length: 5:09
producer: Play-N-Skillz
R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem

"Say, this here, Pimp C
We ****in' wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run ****!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can **** wit that?
And what can **** wit this? I take shots and don't ****in miss
First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some sucka ****, might as well suck a ****
'Cause you bein a ***** just for the **** of it
And when I ****in' spit, *****z get to tuckin' ****
Tryna duck down wherever they can ****in' get
They better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, *****!
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real ***** campaign
Fake *** *****z, we snatch 'em out the damn rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! Now that's what happen when the trigger blow
Aiyyo Premier, let a **********in ***** know!

[Chorus]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We ****in' wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run ****!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We ****in' wit Primo, it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run ****!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can **** wit that?
And who can **** wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya *****-*** down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to POP
You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of ***** pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop *****z 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the goons
I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to (Gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas
*****z gonna have to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
Aiyyo Premier, let a **********in' ***** know!

[Chorus]

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can **** wit that?
And who can **** wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne
Big dough, big flow, big fight game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out yor home, middle of the night mayne
Wrap you up tight, put yo' *** on the night train
That's right mayne, and it's the right time
In the right game to get rich like a white mayne
Tryna see how much paper that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne
Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most
By hittin these haters with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a figure-fo'
Aiyyo Premier, let a **********in' ***** know!

[Chorus]

*****! Yeaaah!
PA to PV, *****
Bun Beeda, DJ Premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know? Now you know, *****!
Threw ya hoe-*** around, while real *****z come down
Hah! Yeaaah!
Premo, I was waitin on that ****, *****
I been waitin' on this **** since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"
Hahaha, my **********in' *****
Love you, boy
Real rap ****, real ***** ****
We gone!

Let 'Em Know

length: 4:11
producer: DJ Premier
R.I.P. Guru
Gangstarr 4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin' down, talk to 'em, Prim'

"Say, this here, Pimp c
We ****in wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run ****!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track
The south is in the house, now what can **** wit' that?
And what can **** wit this? I take shots and don't ****in' miss
First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some sucka' ****, might as well suck a ****
'Cause you bein a ***** just for the **** of it
And when I ****in' spit, *****s get to tuckin' ****
Tryna duck down wherever they can ****in' get
They better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, *****
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real ***** campaign
Fake *** *****s, we snatch 'em out the damn rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! now that's what happen when the trigger blow
Ayo premier, let a **********in' ***** know!

[Chorus]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We ****in wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run ****!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We ****in wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run ****!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track
The south is in the house, now what can **** wit' that?
And who can **** wit me? you not built up
I'll break ya *****-*** down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to pop
You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of ***** pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop *****s 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the goons
I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to (gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas
*****s gonna have to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big game man, but mine's bigger bro
Ayo premier, let a **********in' ***** know!

[Chorus]

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track
The south is in the house, now what can **** wit that?
And who can **** wit us? better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, mike Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big fight game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out your home, middle of the night man
Wrap you up tight, put yo' *** on the night train
That's right mayne, and it's the right time
In the right game to get rich like a white man
Tryna see how much paper that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in what I write, man
Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most
By hittin' these haters with a double dose
Toast! we got it locked like a figure-fo'
Ayo premier, let a **********in' ***** know!

[Chorus]

*****! Yeah!
P.A. to P.V., *****
Bun beeda, DJ premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know?
Now you know, *****!
Threw ya hoe-*** around, while real *****s come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on that ****, *****
I been waitin' on this **** since
"DJ premier was in deep concentration"
Ha ha ha, my **********in' *****
Love you, boy
Real rap ****, real ***** ****
We gone!

Listen (skit)

length: 0:24

Listen... Bun B, long with the legend, PIMP C, this boys here made music right there, u know? The UGK, they have the gangsta rhymes, gansta stories. They was like good fellas on record. But in real life if you knowwhat i mean

All a Dream

length: 3:23
producer: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
mixer: Leslie Brathwaite
[Chorus]
It was all a dream, thinkin' 'bout the fortune and fame
Hopin' one day I could get in the game
It was all a dream, wishin' for the money and cars
And to live the lifestyle of the stars
It was all a dream, livin through the struggle and pain
Tryin' not to fall out of the frame
It was all a dream, until I seen my dream come true
Now I'm a make it do what it do
'Cause it was all a dream

I'm from the hood player, check my stats
I grew up in the ghetto with the roaches and the rats (and the rats)
We used to shoot basketball through a bike rim (rim)
Lookin' at Jordan, wantin' to be like him (him)
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water drink (drinks)
I look back at my past and man I got to think (think)
Of where I came from (from) and what I've been through (through)
'Cause for some man, the saga still continues ('ues)
I remember, my days as a young'n
The alley ways and back streets we used to run in
Who knew back then that some would kill
and some would die? 'Cause on the real

[Chorus]

I'm from the hood player, check my photos (my photos)
I used to be up all night on no doze (on no doze)
I had a dollar and a destiny (destiny)
And everyday man, the streets kept testin' me (testin' me)
With peer pressure (pressure) and even poverty (poverty)
But see I can't stop now, man there's got to be
A better life for me (life for me), I want the glory
But they won't give it to me and they won't do it for me (do it for me)
So I'm a pray on it and give it up to God (God)
Then wipe myself off, get up and go hard (hard)
I lost a lot of good friends on the way
That's why I'm tryin' harder every day

[Chorus]

I'm from the hood player, check my pedigree (pedigree)
And nowadays man, I'm tryin' to be a better me (better me)
You see I'm older (older) and even smarter now (smarter now)
So I got to hold my son and my daughter down (daughter down)
And I'm a always keep it real with my kids (my kids)
So they don't have to go through what I did (I did)
'Cause they can climb higher than we ever climbed (ever climbed)
And they can shine brighter than we ever shined (ever shined)
See the next generation is the future (future)
And yeah the game's a little different than you're used to (used to)
But don't give up, just stay true
'Cause if I did it, than you can too

It's Been a Pleasure

length: 5:46
producer: Boi-1da
[Chorus]
Emotions in this game run deep
So before these haters kill me in my sleep
I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Reppin' 'til my last second through
Done a lot of **** they'll never get to do
I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Honored to be somebody they mention
But before these *****s stop payin' attention
I'll just say it's been a pleasure
You'll never be somebody they need
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed
So tonight we gon' do it like this
Oh, for the H-Town
Tonight I'm gon' make some money go
For the H-Town

Ladies and gentlemen,
You're now listenin' to the Dirty South trillionaire ('naire)
Keepin' it trill in there, been here and he's still in there (there)
Pay attention, it's the beginnin' of a new era (era)
Get a little closer you can see the view clearer (view clearer)
It's like Lasik but are basic
Ebonics if you're hooked on chronic and you can taste it
Trace it, recognize the real when ya face it
Ball up in the club gettin white boy wasted
One shot of Patron, then another one to chase it
Put me to the test, I won't pass it I'll ace it
Been so many places, up and down the interstate
Cities that I've never been, wonderin' if they fin' to hate
Step up in the spot, let 'em look me in the grill (grill)
So they can see it for they self that I keep it trill (I keep it trill)
I paid the cost to be the boss and left a tip
So it's all good (good) don't even trip
Believe me it's been a pleasure

[Chorus]

Man I've been all over the world
Tryin' to tell 'em 'bout the trill and what we been through (through)
What we already done and what we fin' do (do)
What we got into, what we gettin' into (to)
When ties 'bout to cut it closer than a Ginsu ('su)
Roll through Atlanta, Birmingham, Alabama ('bama)
Jacksonville to Jackson, Mississippi spittin' grammar (spittin' grammar)
From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans ('leans)
And all points in between just to get the cream (cream)
Me and my "II Trill" team on the road flippin' (flippin')
Eight hours straight, no stops, no trippin' (trippin')
Had to keep them heaters on 'em so it's no slippin' (slippin')
Promote a play with show money, we were slow grippin' (slow grippin')
Sometimes we rock the stage and put it down (down)
Other times we had to fight and shoot it out of town (town)
But we always made it home okay
And we still on the road to this day
I gotta say it's been a pleasure

[Chorus]

They say that you never really know
What you got 'til it's gone and can't touch it (touch it)
If it look too good to be true, you can't trust it (trust it)
If you never had it (had it) then you can never miss it (miss it)
But looks can be deceivin', so don't you get it twisted (twisted)
Walked a lot of miles in these old school J's (J's)
Thought of many ways, lookin' at back in the days (days)
Like how to climb from in between a rock, and a hard place
How to keep your cool when you're dealin' with a hard case (with a hard case)
And how to duck, when the judge throw the book at you (the book at you)
And it's a two-sided mirror that you're lookin' through (you're lookin' through)
The phone receiver's in your hand starin at your child (child)
And your heart skips a beat every time they smile (smile)
See that's how real life is and how it can be (can be)
And how it's deeper then just comin' down candy (candy)
So I'm just tryin' to play the cards that they hand me
For those that overstood me, understand me
It's been a pleasure

[Chorus]

I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
I'll just say it's been a pleasure