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[Verse 1: Pimp C]
It all started with a "Pimp C, b*tch so what the f*ck is up?"
Told 'em something good
Ease up off my motherf*ckin' cut
'Cause if you don't really wanna f*ck wit' a trill n*gga
From the trill villa wit' a steel trigger land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthaf*cka there you go
I'm a bust em on yo' ass if you don't ease up off me, ho
Cause trill n*ggas don't carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigger in they backpack
So you gon' give me my money, but you don't hear me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with bullet holes
P.A. n*gga, trill ass n*gga
How you figure you can buck me down n*gga?
Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Time, give me what's mine
Instead of buying cars for a b*tch named Sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
Before it come down to triggers
sh*t, it's the return of the trill ass n*ggas

b*tch
It's the return of the trill ass n*ggas
Uh
It's the return of the trill ass n*ggas
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill ass n*ggas, b*tch
Uh
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Yeah motherf*ckers I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggers to guns, that triggers to guns P.A. fool
A n*gga named Bun, a n*gga named Bun, no more sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter (Buck! Buck!)
Money tight Glock, bustin' them shots
When I break yo' ass off somethin' hot
n*ggas steady catchin' lead to the head, I never aim for the chest
Motherf*ckers sportin' bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin', n*ggas start passin' away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square
Put them hands on yo' ass, and bail on out
Pass the pen to Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin Chinese eyes
In this b*tch, here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill ass n*ggas