the mirror like, ?Damn I'm cold? Damn I'm cold and my hoes Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold This has been a Chops
damn I'm cold Damn I'm cold and my hoe Pimp xxxx nigga keep paying my hoe Damn I'm cold man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold [Bun-
hoe Pimp xxxx nigga keep paying my hoe Damn I'm cold man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold [Bun-B:] Is it the ice in the piece or
new day And I'm makin it known 'cause, I just want the world to know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage
South... (baby) Quit hatin the South... [Bun B:] Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left) When I some
I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggaz Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom niggaz I'm alert (alert), I'm aware (aware), I'm focused, I'm
: [Verse One: Bun B] Say, look here man I'm a rapper Hold up, let me take that back I make rap music, but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap But that
Bun B] Yeah it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the [?] trade Pockets fat as fuck from all the ducats the brother made Hoes like to jock, but see I
I think I went, what my nuts are over-grown I'm so high, I'm overblown Think I'm overdosing on My ego, I'm so lethal There's no equal, I'm so evil,
come And I'ma represent where I'm from Man I don't want to die, but I ain't scared to Shit I just want to make sure that I'm prepared to Can't leave
you know, yeah, it show yeah You don't bother for my nigga P I M P ?Cause he out there with my nigga B I, Ben see Sixed up with you and I can see why
royce I got a candy helicopter in the lake front nigga I'm a ball till I fall Talk shit till I fuck I'ma fly till I die Shake till I break I'ma bake these
mean I'm not still treal, I went out before you and after you I still will Not tryna be rude, juss tryna be true Im from the south, I cant help it,
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag! Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks
ya fuckin' titty Hoe niggaz forty-five tryin' to, get with me Sellin' fifty dollar slabs as I'm slangin' them Ki's If you need to get some powder I'm fully supplied I
I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy
the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
