dont die) just dont die, die, die, die you can open your mind you can fall you can fly just dont die (dont die) just dont die, die, die, die (Bun B)
your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B
York we back And I ain't never been afraid of a drought Since I was 6 17 they gettin' money down south Bout it-Bout it Master P Ask the nigga Pimp C ask my homie Bun B
I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B
Trey Day (repeat 9x) yea Bun B baby UGK baby hold up see you done had yo moment you done had yo turn now move around clown fo this sound dat got the
(feat. R. Kelly, Jadakiss & Bun B) [Intro:] [R.Kelly:] Young Jeezyyy [Young Jeezy:] Yea I can beleve that who else nigga [R.Kelly:] And You boy kelllllls
-O-C-O-L-A-T-E Mi E-A-T Cook M-E-A-T Bun di G-A-Y And bow C-A-T Chorus: A-B-C-D We F g's I-J-K Juss let me get yuh P-U-N-A-N-Y Dont ask why just sen
you was gettin ya grades up I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no Keep it gutta lil nigga dont
one in the country O how a nigga so hot numba one In the country, ever since I did it big Big money big stuntin' Or is it my nigga that ? Bun B, Yall dont
Gotta Get Back To My Stack But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back Chorus You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
INTRO: Bitch dont play For real It P.I. No bullshit Back up off me Im so serious bout this, Im So serious bout this Move around bitch if you aint dyin
the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga dont pop. I dont pop trunk, i dont ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain felt. Niggas dont stop. Niggas
Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B,
hold u down, need a lil dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, be a love hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down [Bun B] Bun B da ima
you from outta town, so you dont know tha rules Round here homie we dont suffer no fools We dont play wit no kids unless we done made em We dont talk
making big noise, Got the big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast, Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash, Back up in the hood where the rules dont
miss. (BUN B) No the choppa gon hit Bound to leave ya dome split Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you gon sh*t Middle fingaz, strong click Bun B
