[Intro: Bun B]
Yeah that's right
The king of the tril
Linked up with the general of the Flipmode Squad
Bun B
Bussa Bus
What you know about that, n***a?
Eh yo, Bus
I [?] this trill shit
This Flipmode shit
And put it together
[?]

[Verse 1: Bun B]
It's the king of the trill, the president of the south
Sitting in the [?] with a blunt in my mouth
I got the hood on lock, I got the streets on fire
13 years up in the game, and I ain't finna retire
Call me [?] come down to the dirty, n***as know I'm till young in the game, even though I'm passed 30
I can swang in a slab, I can grip on the grain
I can pop trunk wile sitting sideways in [?]
Crawling down on spiders, sitting lower than an ant
N***as swearing they can take Bun B out, but they can't
You can rant and you can rave, till the fat lady sings
But fuck that [?] bitch, I'm doing my thing
Let them hang while I hold it, [?] stacks, Imma fold it
Outa line n***as, Imma [?]
Put them face down in the toilet, having them sucking shit
'Cause obviously, they done forgot who they was fucking with
[Chorus: Bun B]
Don't be a bitch, man, don't be a ho, man
Just keep it trill, man
Act like you know, man
Be 'bout your bread, man
Be 'bout your dough, man
Weather you in the rap game or the dope game
Don't be a bitch, man, don't be a ho, man
Just keep it trill, man
Act like you know, man
Be 'bout your bread, man
Be 'bout your dough, man
Weather you in the rap game or the dope game

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
See y'all supposed to know the drill [?]
[?] way I kill [?] you can check my fucking resume
Sometimes I make the [?] hated [?] don't know what they saying
[?] I'm forced to hit them with the fucking [?]
Look, Bussa Bus and Bun B, [?]
While he is the king of the south, I'm king of the motherfucking east
Better kill that shit you talking, boy, you fucking with a beast
You know I always run the block, with everything that I release
I'm saying time and time again, I have to tell these n***as
[?] see right through [?] jealous n***as
I be the god of the block, see the way we running through it
Motherfuckers hate the fact that they can't do it how we do it
Back to give you style
K again, make it hot [?]
D light the fire in the hood, and keep my n***as [?] up
Stack chips, while I bag a bitch
Smoke the weed up, keep it hood lil homie
Better keep it Ge'd up
[Chorus: Bun B]
Don't be a bitch, man, don't be a ho, man
Just keep it trill, man
Act like you know, man
Be 'bout your bread, man
Be 'bout your dough, man
Weather you in the rap game or the dope game
Don't be a bitch, man, don't be a ho, man
Just keep it trill, man
Act like you know, man
Be 'bout your bread, man
Be 'bout your dough, man
Weather you in the rap game or the dope game