Bye!

Lyrics

[Verse: Bun B] Breaker break one-nine, runnin' from the one-time They on my ass, they don't like the way I done mine Or do mine, I'm on a true grind They was 'bout to hate a nigga like me in due time A real nigga, a trill nigga A down to get down, don't make me have to kill nigga 'Cause I will, nigga, on the real, nigga Hit you in your back, from waist down you won't feel, nigga When that banana clip peel, nigga It drop tall, short, big and lil' niggas Then it drop house niggas and bill niggas So you better watch your back, we on your heel, nigga So you best be on your toe, nigga We lay it down, real niggas and hoe niggas Layin' down his niggas and yo niggas 'Dem niggas, those niggas, anything goes, niggas Catch you at the studio or at the show, nigga Comin' out the barber shop or jewelry store, nigga At the Chevron or at the Texaco, nigga With your main bitch or with yo side hoe, nigga Waitin' at the front, back, and side door, nigga Soon as we see ya, you know we let go, nigga And we don't care about the set you [?], nigga Or the hood you represent, what for, nigga? You got four niggas? You need more niggas So bring a [?], maybe ten, even though, nigga And even then, nigga, you can't win, nigga Now when you tryna fuck with B-U-N, nigga I got them fresh up out the pen niggas Who don't give a fuck about goin' back in, nigga And you don't wanna know where they been, nigga And you don't want to go where they send niggas 'Cause wherever they begin, nigga They ain't stoppin' 'til your heartbeat end, nigga So ain't no need to pretend, nigga Like we cool, you ain't my motherfuckin' friend, nigga You ain't down with me or my men, nigga So we can get it poppin', just say when, nigga I come around the [?] and straight bend niggas Take that blood in the mud and make it blend, nigga Now watch the chopper slugs spin niggas Like Michael Joe Jackson singing Ben, nigga And when I check you on your chin, nigga It's R.I.P. for you, just like him, nigga Reppin' P.A.T. live from Houston, nigga And we don't give a fuck, we gets it in, nigga 'Cause we off niggas, then we end niggas Like Frankie man down, code ten, nigga Blowin' stanky, puttin' dro up in the wind, nigga Pass the cup, I'm 'bout to pour me up some Hen', nigga [?] slept the same way I pimp the pen, nigga And God only made one, there's no twin, nigga The closest thing to me was my brother, nigga And after me, there will never be another, nigga Not a tighter nigga, or a tougher nigga Or a writer nigga, or a rougher nigga That'll leave a chicken-hearted nigga smothered, nigga And if you didn't know then you finna discover, nigga While we make these pussy niggas run for cover, nigga They screamin' for they daddy and they fuckin' mother, nigga 'Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff a nigga This rappa like the mob, they try'na cuff a nigga They even sendin' undercover niggas That's why you gettin' stuffed up in the duffel, nigga So spy all you wanna spy, nigga And keep on tryin' all the fuck you wanna try, nigga Not me and my niggas You know why, nigga? It's U.G.K. for life until we die, nigga That's true stories, no lie, nigga Bet yo ass, you can put that on P.I., nigga We gon' ride for H-town like G.I., nigga Ain't got no love for a mother fuckin' C.I., nigga Naw, you ain't gettin' in, is you high, nigga? We been keepin' game, you ain't sly, nigga My pistol never jam like it's God, nigga And it's known to make a nigga's momma cry, nigga Trill niggas known to make the slugs fly, nigga Them bullets droppin' like it's rain from the sky, nigga And when it's over, ain't no need in askin' why, nigga You gettin' no reply, nigga Bye, nigga