you like a ho Slide you a plate up under the door Nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor Prison ain't a place that we need to go So 'til they free
go, good to go Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks all day, new fits, alright Drop hits all day, then party all night Don't you know I got Bun B In my
new bling But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act I got the sack
no Urkel shit I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't money what's the purpose? If it don't make dollars and cents, it ain't worth it bitch Alotta clowns in this
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far My money don't fold, this money here I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows Count
' Want it simply put? You can't rip me When I spit for the set, everyone free I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free Word up to my man Bun B, what?
[Bun B] I'm sittin in my spaceship 2009 lexus I'm dippin through this gooniverse AKA that Texas I pop open my cargo hatch And let'em see the payload Me
ma (Go boy) C'mon [Verse 2] And yeah, ain't nobody true as us You ain't gotta like me I like me enough for the two of us Don't compare me to the best
trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is
let the guns go blam I don't really give a damn, or really know whatever's going to come And I'ma represent where I'm from Man I don't want to die,
on slick, we got Bun B (Bun B) Yeah, Ying Yang Twins Check it out, Collipark drop them beats That'll rock your world (That's right) Got Bun B and Ying
bet he get to ya, take a fader to a T top We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo And
God himself ain't never made a badder dude Then the one standin in front of you Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!) But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated
and wrap 'em Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see That ain't no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggaz [Chorus - 2X] "Guess who's back? Me
hearin' what your sayin' But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't
ain't 'cuz I cant afford to go back down that road I'd rather stay on my J O and stack a bankroll But I ain't 'cuz I can't afford to go back down that