Return

[Verse 1: Pimp C] It all started with a "Pimp C, bitch so what the fuck is up?" Told 'em something good Ease up my muthafuckin cut Cause if you don't really wanna fuck wit a trill nigga From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers Pop Pop muthafucka there you go I'm a bust em on yo ass if you don't ease up off me ho Cause trill niggas don't carry no sugar in they nutsac Just big fat balls and a trigga 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 bulletholes P.A. nigga, trill ass nigga How you figga you can buck me down nigga? Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine Instead of buying cars for a bitch named sunshine Give me what's mine, give me what's mine Before it come down to triggas Shit, it's the return of the trill ass niggas Bitch It's the return of the trill ass niggas Uh It's the return of the trill ass niggas But you can't hear me It's the return of the trill ass niggas bitch [Verse 2: Bun B] Yea muthfuckas I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool A nigga named Bun, a nigga 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 Niggas steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests So I guess, when I start blastin, niggas 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, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt Now surprise, surprise I'm gettin chinese eyes In this bitch here's a switch I might slang, bang then bail and burn Scope mean now its the return of the trill ass niggas