didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man I'm a real
ma hold 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
comin hard and im still ridin blue. Im riding cobalt, i might be ridin navy, its the young don only God can save me. Lord, help me, please come back
tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin to see me this evenin (yeah) Cookin this cajun I laced
over Don't get me confused wit the rest of them dudes I've been Tha Boss down South, I'm just new to a few Please believe, them niggaz don't do what
gon save me i dont need nobody to save me oh yea and u talkin about pimp p-i-m-p in the flesh u kno what that mean to me what paper in my pocket haha
you wanna do Baby girl, I ain't scared to please ya Matta fact I'm prepared to please ya Let me ease your body, and your mind Let me pull you closer,
We're in it together, we can make it better Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter To move every B-boy king
on? How the fuck you got Shawn? I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance Rubberband man before T.I. was King of New York like B.I. was B.K
A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me How to flip bricks like cartwheel To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love
be taking over me, part of me, pardon me After he got me in the zone Love it when he call me on the phone He never been in love so much but see the body
phat laces W.C. Thunder thunder hot as fire it's the return of the three kings Zulu we're the gang bang empire (singsong) W.C. the C & B walker conduct
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled Kept me out
I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real
you muggin' me thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me
m talkin' about Jae. (what are you doing to me, to me) Another Studio Rat Production, please believe it. (I love the way she do's it and she loves the
yall.. ..like it yall... Like it yall... ...like it yall. Scoob lover, won't you hype it yall? Well, I'm the s-c double-o b-l-o-v-e-r- uh. Ladies come to me