Trap or Die

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Bun B

Bernard Freeman (born March 19, 1973) professionally known by his stage name Bun B, is an American rapper and was one half of the southern rap duo UGK (UnderGround Kingz). He is also a guest lecturer at Rice University located in Houston, Texas. He recently released his third official solo album Trill OG on August 3, 2010, which received a 5 Mic "Classic" rating in The Source Magazine - the first album in over five years to receive the honor. Bun B is married with two stepchildren. more »

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Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this, nigga
I'm hearin' these niggas in the club, niggas soundin' like you, nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin your motherfuckin' style, nigga
What the f*ck goin' on nigga? (Yeah)
You better check these motherfuckin' niggas, mayne 
Real f*ck wit' real, nigga (ayy, ayy)
And these niggas ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets, nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Especially these f*ck ass industry niggas, mayne (ayy)
Nigga, we been doin' this shit since '95 (ayy)

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets (streets)
They call me residue, I leave blow on these beats (beats)
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas (yeah)
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom (ayy)
Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon (yeah)
I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen (yeah)
I'm a hater like you, f*ck my wrist then (haha)
You niggas sneak dissin', and that ain't how we play (no)
F*ck with mine, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me and errybody gon' shoot (yeah)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (haha)
Eat your lil' ass up like a Chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed (ayy)
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese (ayy)
You can try dawg (dawg), but it ain't easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman (ayy)

Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh), we trap or die, nigga
And all these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh), we trap or die nigga (yeah)

Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny (sunny)
Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money (yeah)
Trap all day (day), with no lunch breaks (nope)
It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes (haha)
Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks (stacks)
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap (yeah)
Think ahead in case the. K-9's get loose (yeah)
Inner tubes like the tires on my Mongoose (ayy)

Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh), we trap or die, nigga
And all these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh), we trap or die nigga 

Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, (grippin') grippin' on the wood again
Outta line niggas get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand (what?), I'ma make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail (fail)
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail (mail)
Yeah, you got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele ('tele)
You the hoax and niggas know it (know it), that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't finna sell (sell)
Think I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell (hell)
I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't f*ck around, when the feds in town I got to go (for real)
Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old-schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for gettin' killed

Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh), we trap or die, nigga
And all these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh), we trap or die nigga

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