[Bun B]
I aint gotta say who it is you already know who
no beat I can't wreck no rapper I can't blow through
breathing life back into hip hop I got the O2
I told you how you gonna beef with me n-gga you done fool
Im a drama bull(?) you go against me its comical
no tellin the kind of sh-t that I'ma pull
I pull a move pull a card pull a stain
shoot da 5 cut ya buck fifty let a bullet bang
it aint a thing n-gga kinda like a unit
I do this with my eyes wide shut like I'm Kubrick
I can break it all the way down to the cubic
they gon swear that I was digging at em like a tooth pick
go stupid, flunk the IQ test
I got a new gun better yet a new vest
the sh-t Im shooting aint selling in the US
wondering if Im pointing that muthf-cker at you, yes
so quit acting like a muthf-cking dust my friend
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
Bun B im back at it once again
got tungsten skin t**anium teeth
Im on fire right now uranium heat
trust me you dont want to see me G
and no G from NYC to CPT
tryna f-ck with me you must be on PCP
Avatar flow your sh-t is straight to DVD
n-gga you (?) sitting home on the sofa
cry in your Budweiser b-tch and watch you some Oprah
You need a new religion try Deepak Chopra
you still gon be a b-tch for life there's no hope bra,
this sh-t is over Martini shot,
you n-ggas b-tches on the beat you bikini (?)
I'm gone with it, n-ggas best to get there beanies out
ghost like DeNiro, you see me than see me not
on the block with my glock and them d***ies on
tryna make that work stretch like a fifty song
you p-ssy n-ggas better not get me wrong
bring the blitz and have a b-tch and get my blitzkreig on
hard to find like the Al Qeada's,
even harder to understand like Al Davis
I'm old school with the new paint
trill OG n-gga, everything that you aint
[End]
I aint gotta say who it is you already know who
no beat I can't wreck no rapper I can't blow through
breathing life back into hip hop I got the O2
I told you how you gonna beef with me n-gga you done fool
Im a drama bull(?) you go against me its comical
no tellin the kind of sh-t that I'ma pull
I pull a move pull a card pull a stain
shoot da 5 cut ya buck fifty let a bullet bang
it aint a thing n-gga kinda like a unit
I do this with my eyes wide shut like I'm Kubrick
I can break it all the way down to the cubic
they gon swear that I was digging at em like a tooth pick
go stupid, flunk the IQ test
I got a new gun better yet a new vest
the sh-t Im shooting aint selling in the US
wondering if Im pointing that muthf-cker at you, yes
so quit acting like a muthf-cking dust my friend
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
Bun B im back at it once again
got tungsten skin t**anium teeth
Im on fire right now uranium heat
trust me you dont want to see me G
and no G from NYC to CPT
tryna f-ck with me you must be on PCP
Avatar flow your sh-t is straight to DVD
n-gga you (?) sitting home on the sofa
cry in your Budweiser b-tch and watch you some Oprah
You need a new religion try Deepak Chopra
you still gon be a b-tch for life there's no hope bra,
this sh-t is over Martini shot,
you n-ggas b-tches on the beat you bikini (?)
I'm gone with it, n-ggas best to get there beanies out
ghost like DeNiro, you see me than see me not
on the block with my glock and them d***ies on
tryna make that work stretch like a fifty song
you p-ssy n-ggas better not get me wrong
bring the blitz and have a b-tch and get my blitzkreig on
hard to find like the Al Qeada's,
even harder to understand like Al Davis
I'm old school with the new paint
trill OG n-gga, everything that you aint
[End]