Don’t Be a Bitch

Lyrics

[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, nigga? 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, niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas, 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 niggas [?] see right through [?] jealous niggas 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 niggas [?] 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