u down Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin' Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down Bun B da I'ma man
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice [Bun B:] For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya
fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto entertainment then. An that G-Maab Entertainment. Trae i love
before the dawn And that you don't know what you got until it's gone I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong And that's why I gots to write this
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from
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
[Bun B] Now if you got it on yo mind I can get it off your chest Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest No stress, just do-do, when I
like that you know we bout that Just like that you know we bout that I said we bout that Yeah u know we bout that [Bun B] Thats right my mind is on
/ and my city damn near the lowest in the state you can equate that to the state funds that aint breakin down right rich districts get more and poor ones get less and that
plans on hold i dont care what ya sellin or care what ya sold i dont know what they was tellin you or what you been told this my block i got it locked
you come around here, i make 'em all day, I get one down in a second if you wait, Sometimes i feel sitting on trains, Every stop i get to i'm clocking that
that front door crash, and u see them soldiers When that gun go blast, don't say Bun didn't told ya [Chorus 2x] If I I pull it out my pocket, be
n-gga Pimp owned it I threw some tints on it He would have loved it Put it down, put it down You know how I put it down, put it down [Bun B - Verse
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice (BUN B) For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya
was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yep) 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
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
platinum And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in that get money frame of mind, any day and time That's
2 (Bun B) Its Bun B the king of the Trill and im bringin the steel bringin the maximum bitches that gangsta shit im bringin it back. i went from singin